“When we, parents, die, our spirits go into our children.
Before we die it is our wisdom that we instill in them”.
This was sent to me in an email – it is from a Sunday sermon…I like this alot.
There are no answers. We spend our lives asking questions but no one has been able to come up with the answer key. Minds far greater than mine have thought and pondered and died…never returning to let us know if they were right. I suppose that is why really old people, at least the ones that have been observant, are great sources of wisdom and while they don’t have “the answers”, they can make better assumptions. There are messages in their stories and lessons from their lives, but who even listens – youth is being carelessly spent on worldly things.
It can be so Shakespearean…
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
ok, this is deep and dark and Shakespeare is scary and tragic…I will take the antithesis of this projection and flood my day with light.
I have a lot of questions today; it is a day without a job, a day to be with my thoughts…here’s one I ask myself:
Not now, so, when?