No man can walk out on his own story. ~ The Spirit of the West, from the movie Rango.
Warren and two of the children are watching Rango on the television, while the third plays computer games, and I lie in bed reading a book on why talent is overrated. We are having a quiet afternoon in the middle of a quiet weekend. It's days like these I wouldn't swap my life for anybody's, anywhere.
I should be catching up on my neglected study, but it's difficult work, and dry. I am struggling to understand the reasons why I chose the course I did and my antipathy is growing. Today though, today offers me some reasons: what I am studying is less important than the way I am studying it. It seems to me that perhaps we are needed in the world not so much for the tasks that we can learn to complete, but for the people that we can learn to become.
And that's a story I can't walk out on.
