At seventy, she finally understands that the frantic urgency driving her through decades of exhaustion was nothing more than self-imposed theater, and the peaceful quiet she once feared might mean failure has revealed itself as the profound fullness that was always waiting beneath the noise.Read More
I’m 70 and the thing I understand now that I couldn’t at 40 is that most of the urgency I felt then was manufactured — by ambition, by comparison, by the fear of falling behind in a race I had never agreed to enter — and the quiet I live in now is not resignation, it is what was always there underneath the noise
By VegOut
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