As a writer, I prefer to think of the world not so much as my oyster, but as a blank page on which I can tell the story of my life, how I want to live it and how I want to shape it. It doesn’t always work out that way, I suppose, but with “the world is my blank page” repeating in my head, I can keep a happy, positive outlook on life.
In thinking about this recently, I was suddenly struck by two thoughts:
- What do people in other fields or industries consider their “oyster”? Do people in IT say “the world is my brand new server”? Do surgeons say “the world is a patient prepared and ready for cutting”?
- What is the etymology of the phrase “the world is my oyster”? I appreciate that some oysters contain pearls and that you have to work hard to find one. But the idea of ripping apart living creatures simply to achieve financial success seems positively Machiavellian to me. Anyone else have thoughts on this?
Posted 20 Jul 2012