A Life

Reading biographies is such a privilege. What a resource, to read through an entire human life in a few days. From this vantage, it's all so clear: the wisdom, the foolishness. (I'm currently reading C.S. Lewis: A Life.)

Reading about their mistakes, it's like watching a horror movie: "Don't go in there!". Politics and finances, in particular, show themselves as absurd distractions.

A life well lived seems to have room for loving relationships, meaningful work, and not much else.

As I read, I ask myself again and again: Who did he love? What did he build?