Agonizing Beauties

I was thinking about stories, I'm sure all places have their representative examples. For instance one from the small town my father grew up in was a man who lost his young wife and infant in child birth. He never remarried and every year for two weeks he would travel the region to collect for the March of Dimes, which collects money for the purpose of trying to help to make sure all babies are healthy babies. I also keep thinking about the different way and examples I've seen of Charleton Heston, Clint Eastman, and Billy Bob Thornton of being able to express deep wells of emotion such as regret, the agony of a moment when there was an opening given and you failed to take it, the sense of some deep unspoken pain or loneliness, or a knowledge of some misdeed or foul wind ahead which will without fail overcome you and to accept it and face it. I think we all, as people could identify with the feeling of horror at sitting through a process and not have the wisdom or strength or combination thereof to stand and have your perspective be recognized by the Great Debate. Ah to be shamed, as the Scottish would, possibly, say. I was never really told by my parents what to believe as it were, it was mine to take the pieces from them and elsewhere, with their blessing, and make of it what my heart saw. I chose to try to think of others before myself and to be ashamed to be taking a seat while important work is yet to be done. I sometimes feel that I'm the only one to come to that conclusion, and somehow I'm the stupid shit for it.