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A Trivial Thought

How do you un-trivialize a trivial life? Pursue an education? Pack up your bags and search for your Lake Isle of Innisfree? Drink tea and discuss literature? Compulsively scrub floors? Go to the talkies to plug the leaks? Obsess over solving NYT's cryptic crosswords? Knit, crochet and marry a stranger?

Travel to be disappointed, sleep to forget, read to escape, write to grieve.
Is that all there is to it?

Edna St Vincent Millay was right – "Life isn't one damn thing after another. It is one damn thing over and over". And in spite of this, why do I refuse to stop hoping and plotting?

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Anonymous said…
so true. like the song by Kansas goes '.. all we are is dust in the wind'
might help to live for a cause greater than oneself i would say. or run for President and declare war on the nearest country. or commit a dastardly crime, hire a dream team of lawyers and make millions from the book rights. :)
24 Oct 2007, 23:04:00
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