“The wisdom of my advancing years has not caught up to me yet. I still think it was the perfect thing to do.”
A little while ago, I went to the Harvard Book Store to hear Mark Vonnegut speak about his own mental illness, his famous father and the importance of art in both their lives.
Two things really stuck with me. The first was the necessity of writing; the second was this quote, a reference to Vonnegut’s stint in a Canadian commune.
This is exactly how I hope to feel someday when I look back on even the most ridiculous of my decisions.