I went for an early afternoon run before my performance at a nursing home with my chamber group from the Harvard Medical School chamber society. I'm playing the Brahms Horn trio with Andrew Noll and Reid Merryman, both of whom are students at HMS. Naturally, my thoughts are at the Team Trials with those who are competing.
I finished The Name of the Wind
, and I was chagrined to find that the subsequent two books in the trilogy have not yet been published. I do recommend it for anyone who enjoys well written fantasy not unlike The Wheel of Time
or the Harry Potter
series. It's much less frustrating than the former and darker and more mature than the latter.
Anyway, I purchased an audiobook that Amazon recommended to those who liked Name...
called The Blade Itself
. Unfortunately, the book on audible was by a different author, and the book was not of the genre I expected. So, a disappointing flop.
I have many thoughts and observations about the human condition. We have such a fascinating existence with this strange axiomatic set of physical phenomena and properties, social contracts, complex behaviors and evolution in time, and so on. Seeing the many residents of the nursing home was a bit disheartening, though my fate will not be the same as theirs. I will take much better care of my mind and body and take whatever precautions I can to have a full, meaningful life as unencumbered by limitations as possible. I mused that behind each of those often expressionless faces was a lifetime of experiences, memories, joys, sorrows.
Obvious legacy and remembrance is not the best measure of the impact of a life, but I was overwhelmed to consider the collective lives of the people before me, the people whom I would touch ever so briefly before drifting away to my own fate. I cannot help but be moved and remember those who have come before me. Similarly, I hope to encourage and enrich the lives of those whom I affect now, and nurture those who will come after.
What a fascinating existence we have.