Charles Bukowski
As I circle back to think about 'Life' amongst my rotating trio of ponderings, I thought about this one today and after years of sitting quietly in my large document, for some reason it was simply its time.
I don't think I have read any of his work, but this simple sentence has depth to it for me, and possibly for us all. I like the sense of awe and wonder and amazement that sneaks through its cracks.
As we get older, I think we do often stop and reflect and think how amazing it is that we have made it from here to there. Whether that is because we had tough childhoods, or grew up with not much, or never felt confident, or ended up having one or two difficult relationships or had serious illness or injury interrupt us, or had always been told we weren't creative. For a myriad of reasons and from amongst the many things that could have derailed us, somehow here we are.
There is also something in the way he characterises his victories as small and his defeats as large. It seems that he feels he has really been knocked down at times; and that each time he won, it was only small or maybe fleeting. It made me wonder if all our defeats are large and our victories small? Possibly not all, but definitely some.
In line with other truisms, perhaps it really is that we learn more from our mistakes and losses than we do from our successes.
A recent defeat. But I did learn!
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