“In solitude, one finds the clear strong line that separates himself and the rest, his inner world and the outer one. And only from behind that line can he see clearly for himself the world as it is, the world without him in it. There it is in its state, good or bad, happening without him participating. It runs by its own grand screenplay, and is under no obligation to cast him as its main star until he acts to earn the role he wants to play.
It owes him nothing.”
I realized that. And it was not the first time, either. But then comes the next-in-line question: what role should I play? What am I cut out for? The very ultimate question of the unfortunately educated, isn’t it? Here comes my answer.
“The values of one are not defined by materialistic means he owns, nor the prestige he’s reaped for these end when his life ends. The values of his being, however short his presence on earth is, are defined by the heritage he leaves behind, his influences on other people’s lives. For these continue to exist even after his death.”
For some reason, this line was added to the above cited paragraph: “Wherever you are, whoever you are with, there you are.” I assume that was from a brief moment when loneliness yet again passed me by.
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