As I was out riding the hills of the Veneto yesterday, I was listening to Desert Island Disks, and specifically those of the Irish writer Coim Toibin. It’s a really good episode.
As time rolls on, I seem increasingly less well-read, and I had not heard of him before; I intend to correct that.
However, what was an interesting point was his philosphy of not having a philosphy of life. Pretty spot on. I have long aped to follow the advice of MMax Ehrman’s Desiderata, but trying to follow one philosphy is incredibly hard. It’s an ideal rather than a reality. My condition has shown me, life is constant flux, and constant flux means compromise. Constant compromise.
To have a goal and guidelines is all very well, but reality is a much more complicated.