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All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence you know. —Ernest Hemingway
There was a time I characterized my life as a ship in transit on which I repeatedly busied myself redesigning and reconstructing its hull — while underway — in heavy, and becalmed seas. I had a knack for creating unnecessary difficulties — while oddly enough, being a decent naval architect and ship fitter. Curious, huh.
Not so much difficulty created these days though — by me, that is.
There is a story, true or not I don’t know. A farmer asked Picasso why he did not paint portraits like everyone else. He replied: You know how any of those I had to paint before I could paint these!?
Often what we once believed to be our ‘truest’ sentences were born out of, and borne on our necessary self deceptions — those simple stations along our way offering solace to our beleaguered selves as we burnished the shine within us — the one we were yet to see.
May the sea and winds render our resolve capable of our truest sentences.
Particularly now – particularly now, may we become equal to circumstance.
© Stephen Victor 2020