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Words to live by...

"How beautiful it is to do nothing, and to rest afterward."

[Spanish Proverb]

Ius luxuriae publice datum est

(The right to looseness has been officially given)

"Everyone carries a part of society on his shoulders," wrote Ludwig von Mises, "no one is relieved of his share of responsibility by others. And no one can find a safe way for himself if society is sweeping towards destruction. Therefore everyone, in his own interest, must thrust himself vigorously into the intellectual battle."

Apparently, the crossword puzzle that disappeared from the blog, came back.

Monday, October 10, 2011

It's due when???

Once more I sit in front of my keyboard wondering what will come to mind. This is an almost daily process. It would be a daily process except I take a day off each week and I sometimes find a couple of subjects to expound upon in the same day thereby allowing me an additional day away from the blog duties.

Oh? You don't think blogs are duties? Then you have not written one... or attempted to. Think back to when you were in school and the teacher assigned you an essay to write. Even though she (or he... how easily we stereotype) likely gave you a specific subject to explore or a list of subjects from which to choose, you likely waited till close to its due date, didn't you? I certainly did. Now, recall that angst and think of it happening daily.

Now consider that report your boss wants you to write. Do you cheerfully accept the assignment and rush off to take care of it? Not unless you are a good actor and the deadline is 4 o'clock that afternoon, you don't. You just didn't make the sour face you wanted to and you hoped (or were pleased to learn) you had a week to write it up. And then you jammed it together the night before... just as you did that essay in school.

What? Am I the only one? Somehow I doubt that. I am different but not that different.

There are times, though, that I would like to have a teacher or boss assign me a subject rather than have to think of one on my own. When left to my own, the image of walking into a dark and empty arena comes to mind. Anything I think of sounds like a shout in that darkened arena, echoing off the walls until it makes no sense at all.

It is a struggle. The only worse struggle I have faced is getting up before a group of people and making a speech. I really dread that.


The Chubby Chatterbox said...

I'm still at the infant stage of blogging (into my third month) and my fear is that I'll run out of things to write about. I probably shouldn't be so concerned since I'm quite the chatterbox, but I can't help but be impressed by someone like you who has been at this since '08, according to your archive. So many blogs I find are inactive; writers have just given up on them. Congrats for your dedication and hard work.

Douglas4517 said...

Thanks for the ego boost.