This week has been ridiculously busy. Meetings galore. Lots of paperwork. Lots of words.
I'd like to think the result of this work was positive. That the words weren't printed or uttered for no purpose. Unfortunately, you can never be sure. You can never know the true effect of words and ideas on an individual. What is really resounding within their heart and mind.
While we were fretting through our corridors and workload, horrid things were happening elsewhere in the world. Horrid things conceived and pursued from the hearts and minds of individuals. No fiction. Just true, brutal reality.
I have a thought for the day at my desk. To spur me on. Confucius spoke to me this week: "Faced with what is right, to leave it undone shows a lack of courage".
Such presumes we all know what is right. Something we can no longer take for granted. As has been seen. Increasingly.
I'm halfway through Böll's The Clown. And am enjoying it immensely. Introspective. Conflictual. Angry.
A clown. The very person who is supposed to make us laugh. At ourselves. And others. At situations. This clown leaving us feeling quite flat. If not overtly melancholy.
His world has lost its charm. Its humour. The reality he beholds is only brutal. And sometimes this is the reality of us all. Sometimes the charm of life has gone. Sometimes there is no laughter left. But only sometimes. And such times must pass...