I was reading a collection of short stories by Agatha Christie, called "13 For Luck". Occasionally, a writer or artist strikes a divine chord: From Page 183: "What are the years from twenty to forty? Fettered and bound by personal and emotional relationships. That's bound to be. That's living. But later there's a new stage. You can think, observe life, discover something about other people and the truth about yourself. Life becomes real--significant. You see it as a whole. Not just one scene--the scene you, as an actor, are playing. No man or woman is actually himself (or herself) till after forty-five. That's when individuality has a chance."
I was dumbfounded to see this remark about individuality so clearly expressed. I have always thought something similar but did not so express it. I realized that it adulthood is a long apprenticeship through which God mentors us, if we are listening and heeding the invitation, to finally become that singular person that we are meant to be. As we experiment with and develop our talents, the expressing of these talents does flesh out the real person that we are.
We are insipid and dull from the get go, but if raised to self-realize, then the years of hard work, thrilling discovery and laying on levels and levels of skill and understanding will contribute to our flourishing as a middle-aged creator, artist and thinker of considerable magnitude and gift.
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