The Oran, as elsewhere, for lack of time and thinking, people have to love one another without knowing much about it.
—Albert Camus—
What is time for us? How often we say, ” I don’t have time the for—” meaning our marriages, our friends, our children,
our hobbies, our parents, ourselves. Just what is important, anyway?
Some people seem to do everything in the margins of their lives, without thinking or knowing much about it.
They go to school, get married, have children, get divorced, experience losses, get jobs, all rather offhandedly.
Their attention always seems to be somewhere else.
All of us seem to be preoccupied sometimes. And sometimes, in the middle of our lives,
the preoccupation clears. “I woke up this morning and took a long look at my life. What have I gotten
myself into!” Suddenly, somehow, our full attention is turned on the matter at hand.
Suddenly, we have time to think. What’s revealed then to the pattern of our lives.
Did we make choices at random, irresponsibly? Now that we can see, are there part to do over?
I’ll endeavor to write my life story in the center of the page, not in the margins.