A friend just gave me his well-used copy of Old Man & the Sea. My first Hemingway. So I brewed a hot cup of coffee, tuned into some Cuban music, and started reading. “He was an old man who fished alone….” I find myself in the pivot of this story. Alone, I empathize with both the boy and man. I’m not old, but the days I have left to live are fewer than those I’ve lived. I’m not a boy, but I’m still immature in the balance of aspiration and responsibility. The words of this old man resonate with me.
“Now is no time to think of what you do not have. Think of what you can do with what there is.”