life, prosetry

Without Faltering For Reason Or Commentary

The perfect autumn day—by evening, when my toes are cold despite socks and slippers, I might not be so fond. So goes the erosion of goodwill. It’s fifty Fahrenheit degrees and sunny, gusting, and the trees are spreading color everywhere—rain is on the way, though, and the temperature is dropping. It’s fine to not be very good at something, like work, and to be much better at something else, like reading. Sincerity, I once read, is an inability to connect one thing with another but they don’t pay me to be sincere.

 


Originally posted on Art & Insolence.

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9 thoughts on “Without Faltering For Reason Or Commentary

    • I wonder the same. In the abstract moment, that choice can seem so clear. But then the strength of one’s conviction is so often eroded by life’s quotidian demands. I’d like to choose the serenity of a comfortable income from work that truly matters to me, not just work for the sake of work.

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