tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286055590040900418.post4279018234469472081..comments2024-02-28T17:11:21.745-05:00Comments on Hands On....: What do we do now?David Handelmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05899694860294565558noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286055590040900418.post-13242943569008544082010-06-28T23:58:54.036-04:002010-06-28T23:58:54.036-04:00You expressed this conundrum exquisitely! One of ...You expressed this conundrum exquisitely! One of the myths of youth is thinking that at some point you have it figured out, but in truth the process of asking "what do we do now?" is ongoing and a perhaps a way to know you're still alive.Maria Grassohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11090848189699167270noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286055590040900418.post-84013368738747435472010-06-27T21:27:43.388-04:002010-06-27T21:27:43.388-04:00Sounds like everyone's saying the same thing, ...Sounds like everyone's saying the same thing, really. Like Henry Gibson sings in Nashville: Keep a goin'.David Handelmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05899694860294565558noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286055590040900418.post-53817466228531621302010-06-27T15:14:31.255-04:002010-06-27T15:14:31.255-04:00Very excited to see this smart blog up on the web,...Very excited to see this smart blog up on the web, David. <br /><br />As to the topic at hand, my sense is that the plans of mine that fall through are the plans that essentially call for me to become someone else. However doomed to fail those plans may be, I find that pursuing them always yields a decent consolation prize, often better suited to me than the grand prize I had in mind.Jacob Slichterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14023753476306785206noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286055590040900418.post-73615909361955281422010-06-27T13:37:50.239-04:002010-06-27T13:37:50.239-04:00I find that, as I read the musings of older people...I find that, as I read the musings of older people, the graduation speeches by notables, etc., that the startling truth is: there is no purpose. It's all journey. That's why you get all those valedictory "I should have spent more time smelling the roses," and such - there *was* no greater meaning, and this always comes as a big surprise late in life, especially among the most focussed and motivated people.Carlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16289663481643394730noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286055590040900418.post-52326995018256539852010-06-27T12:21:06.743-04:002010-06-27T12:21:06.743-04:00I identify with all this. Boy, do I.
But where d...I identify with all this. Boy, do I.<br /><br />But where do I get a plan from? Is there some sort of Big Plan store? <br /><br />Instead, I stumble from task to task, day to day, and whole weeks, nay, months, seem to go missing. (Hey, that's my life you're stealing there!)<br /><br />Well, at least if I'm busy, I'm not depressed. Hopefully, that's good enough.Melissa Holbrook Piersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15617752678155038816noreply@blogger.com