{"id":210,"date":"2001-10-21T14:01:11","date_gmt":"2001-10-21T19:01:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/burgwinkel.com\/blog\/?p=210"},"modified":"2001-10-21T14:01:11","modified_gmt":"2001-10-21T19:01:11","slug":"is-there-a-real-life","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/burgwinkel.com\/blog\/?p=210","title":{"rendered":"Is there a real life? "},"content":{"rendered":"

Is there a real life?  I know others<\/a> have lived one.  I do not know how they found it, though.  Was it a chance opportunity which presented a new trajectory for life, an illness that unveiled another door, a blockage which redirected the flow?  Or was there an irrepressible urging, unknown even to the one being urged, a force that in most lives never finds its freedom, which in one life did?  Sometimes real life seems to happen as the result of a choice, and sometimes it seems to never happen, no matter how much you try to choose it.  <\/p>\n

\nThe longing to produce great inspirations didn?t produce anything but more longing.  <\/p>\n
-Sophie Kerr<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

\nWell, what’s wrong with that?  I mean, there’s been some things in my life — like the longings I harbored for a straight boy or two when I was in high school — longings which, if satisfied, would have left me terrified and dumb.  Indeed, on occasion those romantic longings might have been satisfied had I not been paralyzed by the prospect.  So maybe the longing is not so bad; it seems I may have chosen to continue the longing instead of accepting the longing’s resolution.  But that’s disingenuous.  The longing is<\/i> bad if, out of fear, it becomes artificial and insincere — a refuge from that which is ostensibly longed for.  If I choose to remain in the wilderness at the city’s edge, though I profess to be on a quest for civilization, then I am lying.  And lamentable. \n<\/p>\n

\nSo why am I afraid of the inspiration that lies dormant within me?  Why am I afraid to emerge? \n<\/p>\n

\nLately, I have buried myself within an excess 40 pounds of cover.  I must be getting uncomfortably close to the edge of my wilderness. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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