This isn’t about writing exactly but it speaks to me so strongly as a writer that I think it might speak to you too. The Immortal Jukebox is one of my most favorite blogs.
Often, when we tell the story of our own life, to ourselves, or to others, the narrative teems with incident. An action movie filled with high drama.
Now, reflecting on my own life I have come to realise that a more apt comparison would be one of the contemplative, steady gaze movies directed by Robert Bresson from France or Yasujiro Ozu from Japan.
The meaning is won, revealed, not through a hectic series of heroic events but powerfully accumulated through close attention to small details and patient meditation on the weathering, sometimes destructive, sometimes ennobling, passage of time.
Life is mainly waiting. Waiting. Waiting.
Waiting for what you want or need the most.
Waiting for your mother’s or father’s attention.
Waiting for the fabled excitement of love and romance and high passion to blow into your life like a hurricane.
Waiting for someone to recognise you as the one they…
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