Monday, October 13, 2008
A Deeper Longing
Reading Black Boy as an adult has been more significant than when I read it as a child. Richard Wright longed for acceptance, for dignity, for the removal of isolation, and for the indulgence of truth. He was rather a loner, even though he knew and seem to encounter various kinds of people on a daily basis. I find that I am relating more and more to him, as I continue my slow journey to indulge myself in the very essence of his words. As I am maturing into the adult, I constantly find myself submerged by the longing to be this incredibly phenomenally successful woman...RIGHT NOW! However, my longing and Richard Wright's longing differs dramatically. He knew what his longing was. He could define that longing, that repeating throb of hunger. With me it is somewhat different, I am not sure what I define as successful. As I meet people and talk with those I know, they remind me of their amazement of my success. Unfortunately, I cannot grasp their sincerity. I am longing and longing and longing and longing for more. The question is... MORE OF WHAT? Reading Richard Wright's autobiography has really gotten me to thinking about defining the longing, the craving, the struggle for a success unknown to me.