You think when you wake up in the morning yesterday don’t count. But yesterday is all that does count. What else is there? Your life is made out of the days it’s made out of. Nothing else. You might think you could run away and change your name and I don’t know what all. Start over. And then one morning you wake up and look at the ceiling and guess who’s laying there?
— Cormac McCarthy, No Country for Old Men
Notes:
- Quote: Thank you Whiskey River
- Portrait via UPI.com: ‘No Country for Old Men’ author Cormac McCarthy dies at 89”
“And then one morning you wake up and look at the ceiling and guess who’s laying there?”
You just had to put it this way!
I’m sad that I never read Cormac McCarthy.
Excellent writer. I’ve read everything he has written….
So much of what’s running through my head these days…saved for when we get back
We’ll be waiting! Enjoy!
great movie!
It sure was!
WMS. I am *so* wallowing in this mud hole at the moment. The past is past, the present is fleeting and the future isn’t guaranteed. Only this moment. Hard to comprehend and oftentimes even harder to appreciate. I’m a WIP on this one…full. Stop.
Laughing. You speak, and describe me!
What a WIP?..
Work In Process!
so hard to run from yourself.
So true!
Rest in Peace to a great writer.
Agree Steven!
A man with a rational brain acknowledging his reality. It’s a good thing. Yet it’s not everything.
I wonder what lit his fire … lifted his spirits … brought a loving comfort … helped him through loss and the toughest times.
His outlook seems somewhat two dimensional.
Don’t follow the time line, follow what makes you feel alive, challenges you, and brings out the love and appreciation that is already there and is waiting to be shared. 🥰
Let me chew on this for a while Val. Thanks!