This morning, my wife and fiercest critic (although she likes my writing) denounced my author biography for its negativity. The line to which she took most offence reads:
" After a long and largely unsuccessful career in, well, lots of things, David finally figured out he was pretty much the same as everybody else."
I tried to reason with her that it was gentle, self-deprecating humour until the sorry thought crossed my mind that it was probably true.
Although there are parts of my working life that I have enjoyed immensely, on the whole - and I apologise unreservedly but I think this applies to most of us - I was interchangeable. If I wasn't there, somebody else would have been. That is not to say that we aren't absolutely brilliant at what we do, because we are. All of us. They'll miss us when we're gone ...
There are, I believe, two exceptions, two areas where who we are makes all the difference.
The first is to our family, our friends and those we stumble across along the way. For better or worse - but mostly for the better - we help, encourage, comfort, cajole and laugh along. And nobody does it quite like us.
The other is in our power of invention, imagination and enterprise. We are what we create.
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