I have been forced to think a lot about families in recent years. Especially with the recent death of my father and my mother’s long term illness. But like everything in my life I appear to be more of an observer than a participant. I don’t think I have ever engaged fully with my fellow humanity either in accepting norms or society’s dictates, or in acceding to the demands of fiscal policy.
People are all different but the differences rarely anger me what they do is trigger a series of questions, why do they believe that? What made them think that? What do they hope to achieve? One of the greatest strengths of dealing with people is never to be angry. The second and even more important is always to be brave. Life is not and never has been for cowards, and I don’t mean to show how callous one can be, I mean to show how loving one can be in the face of the indifference of others. It is the lesson my mother taught me. Live through your love.
When you spend your life observing you can reach, as I have, the age of fifty one without drawing many conclusions on anything and when you hear other people’s conclusions they seem to be no more than compromises.
Brave people cannot compromise.