We spent our time after dinner last night listening to William Faulkner's acceptance speech for his 1949 Nobel Prize in Literature.
You can read it or listen to it here: http://www.nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/literature/laureates/1949/faulkner-speech.html
Not only does "the human heart in conflict with itself" make for great literature, but it makes for great moments in life. I reflected on difficult decisions that I have made; some have helped to define me, some I have learned from, some I was proud of, and some I wish that I could take back. I have regrets, but I am not weighed down by them. I have triumphs, but they probably aren't meaningful to anyone else.
If you life was a book, what kind would it be?
You can read it or listen to it here: http://www.nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/literature/laureates/1949/faulkner-speech.html
Not only does "the human heart in conflict with itself" make for great literature, but it makes for great moments in life. I reflected on difficult decisions that I have made; some have helped to define me, some I have learned from, some I was proud of, and some I wish that I could take back. I have regrets, but I am not weighed down by them. I have triumphs, but they probably aren't meaningful to anyone else.
If you life was a book, what kind would it be?
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