preferences

My preferences say much about who I am as a person. They are neither good nor bad, although some attempt to impute moral values into their preferences. (I never eat meat. I always get up early. I only listen to classical music.) But what about when a strongly held fondness for something ties me up and prohibits me from trying something new? Am I free? Am I accepting of whatever comes my way? Or am I trying so hard to control my environment that it ends up controlling me? Some things are important—some are not. I want to have the wisdom to discern and the freedom to choose new things that will enrich my life. So today, if someone offers me, for example, deep fried oysters, I’ll try them. Who knows, I might like them. Or, if someone invites me to watch a chess tournament, I’ll go. I might like it. In the process, maybe I’ll be enriched by the experience and get to see something from an entirely different point of view.

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About dmdubay

Since retiring from Northwest Airlines and moving to the Pacific Northwest, I have more time to devote to writing. My first novel, "Tales of Two Sisters" was published over a year ago. I have been writing poetry for a long time and am attempting to collate my poetry into a short book, with pictures. A sequel to "Tales of Two Sisters" should be getting closer to completion soon. Gardening and tending the vineyard take a lot of time in the summer. Even though I love the outdoors, these activities do cut down on my writing. So I appreciate that wintertime allows me time to write. Writing, for me, is what brings things into focus and helps me to make sense of the things that life brings. It is a gift to me and I hope that it will be to you also.
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