After many false starts and with a history longer than I care to admit, here is my first self published effort. I'm not certain why it's finally happening at this point and even less sure of why it's taken so long, though procrastination and excessive analysis are rolling over the horizon.
Barack Obama deserves some credit. An inspirational figure who hopefully will not be too far deflected by realpolitic , and who certainly does not deserve the opprobrium and abuse hurled by the intellectually short changed stooges of the 'divine right to rule' parties, his Dreams From My Father has more than any previous gripping read pushed me to just get on with it.
We should all grow up with dreams and with no sense of limitation on what we might achieve or might be able to influence. I can't say why I didn't grow up with dreams as such which were achievable and of value. I had ambitions which I don't have now, and which I would not expect to have if I had my childhood again. In many ways they are symbolic of old norms which represent the antithesis of values I now hold. The dreams I might have as a child now were then things that other people did. And possibly, even when I have been confident of my ability to follow through an idea or plan, there has been some fatalistic vestige of those negatives that may have contributed to lack of completion. Yet I certainly would not have considered myself disadvantaged. Nor would it be fair to blame anyone else.
Regardless of whether anyone else reads this , it will be fascinating to be able to remind myself of my evolving thought processes from this point on.
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