tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536639124087019847.post4444032146217437531..comments2023-09-15T04:38:19.579-06:00Comments on Writing About You: Heel to Toe, Heel to ToeCicily Janushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16841849529479076806noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536639124087019847.post-43815372526458533232012-04-04T20:49:20.757-06:002012-04-04T20:49:20.757-06:00I always feel that choosing to be another person w...I always feel that choosing to be another person would turn out to be a dreadful mistake. I would have been lured by the butterscotch topping of success/recognition/work that I don't have. I can't even find my own obscurity! I pine for an audience.<br />But my suspicions cannot be allayed.<br />I am in precisely the life that I must live, however grotesque or painful. I may not know the reasons for having wound up in such a pickle but it's my pickle, it's nice and dill, and I must eat it. Squelch the envy, little man, the lives that people are living don't always add up to their appearance of success or splendor. No butterscotch toppings today. I must live the live I've been given and accept it with some modicum of grace.Art Roschhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06372735901771660621noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536639124087019847.post-76101953576255417462012-03-30T11:34:37.241-06:002012-03-30T11:34:37.241-06:00Ah, I relate to this, but then, most of us probabl...Ah, I relate to this, but then, most of us probably do. I think I am finally in a good place with who I am, though. But sure, I'd trade off some of the health issues...Angela Giles Klockehttp://angelagilesklocke.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536639124087019847.post-26330067457321035792012-03-30T09:24:48.609-06:002012-03-30T09:24:48.609-06:00To my way of thinking, the problem exists in the f...To my way of thinking, the problem exists in the fact that we cannot even begin to define what this thing we think of as the self actually is. As far as learning to love one’s self is concerned, we are all far too enamored with ourselves as it is. My experience has been that the love of others frees one from the bondage of self. Most of us live an absolute slave to the wants, needs and desires of this self. And yet, what is this “self” really? If every memory of your life suddenly left you, would you still be this thing you think of as you? Or would you become a new “self” with new ideas and new experiences completely unfettered by the memories that now limit who you think yourself to be? Perhaps this self is the illusion, and love of this self is the disease.Charles Bynumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12368975491078215324noreply@blogger.com