T. E. Lawrence was 46 years old when he was killed when he
swerved on his motorcycle to avoid two young boys in the road. He flipped over
the handlebars and was unable to recover from his injuries. This was of course
in 1935. I am of course referring to Lawrence of Arabia. (Not coincidentally
the movie with Peter O’Toole was on TCM last night). The thing that made him particularly great to
me was that by the age of 29 he had accomplished things most of us think dreams
are made of. He was involved in the defeat of the Ottoman Turks in WWI and is
widely regarded as a hero. He was an author and let’s face it; an all around
adventurer.
I spent a lot of time researching some of this information.
I knew some of it from memory but there were some details I was sketchy on. As
I spent my time reading about Mr. Lawrence I came to the realization that this piece
wasn’t going to be the morbid self-loathing article I had planned. I was going
to talk about all the great things Lawrence had accomplished by the time he was
my age and compare it to the fact that I’ve done practically nothing with my
life.
But that’s crap. I’ve
had my adventures. I’ve done quite a number of amazing things. There’s a
certain panache missing I’ll admit, but I’ve done some interesting things. By the time I was 19 I had opened a theater
company with the help of one of my best friends. (Mind you we barely lasted a
year, but we did it). I self published a book of poetry when I was 23. I’ve
loved passionately. I’ve seen the sun rise over the lakefront and have danced
in patches of the brightest moonlight.
I’ve seen fires burn and bodies in the street. I’ve seen the
tragedies and miracles of everyday life. I’ve witnesses the growth of the young
people around me and the ravages of old age. I’ve read some of the finest words
and had the opportunity to expand my mind on countless subjects. I’ve made
friends. I’ve lost friends. I’ve learned from them all.
So things aren’t so bad, other than the fact that my phone will
not stop ringing today. I’m sure Lawrence didn’t have to deal with that, but
then, it was a different time and I suppose if he were me, he’d be complaining
about the same things.
THIS is fantastic. And it made me think.
ReplyDeleteAw shucks. Thanks.
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