I realize that for many, this is a place to relax and have fun. Be that as it may, I want to inject solemn reality into the heart and mind of those that view my thread. So often, people are apt to speak without listening, walk without seeing, and to touch without feeling. So often, many people live their lives as commas or periods, when they could have lived their life with an exclamation point.
What kind of life are you leading? What will be the gift you leave the world? When I say gift, I am not talking about money or property. Think about the gift you have.
Beautiful BGG.
In my thirties, when I seriously began my life career, I thought I would leave something behind that would last, and remain beautiful for hundreds of years. It was conceivable that my work would influence what happened in my geographical area for what I thought was the better. I turned a few score acres into something beautiful, for a number of families to enjoy, to physically enhance their lives, and those of their children. And I was able to work in my own neighborhood for 20 years, building houses, and do other things for the families who would live there; I saw their children being born, grow up and go to college, become doctors, scientists, business owners, mothers, fathers, housewives.
I thought when I began that only a huge government project would be able to wreck what I was creating, due to the great expense of buying out these really beautiful, park-like properties, subsuming the restrictions and covenants, and overcoming the resistance of the owners against such radical change. I was wrong;
Amazingly it almost happened within just 35 years. When an interstate highway (I-69) was routed within a couple of miles or so of my creation, a clover-leaf was contemplated to be laid over the top of it, and thus it could have potentially been obliterated. But plans instead have solidified a distance away for the highway, and my youthful dream survives, but with an awareness now, that it is tenuous. Still I have had some influence, by influencing many lives maybe for generations, in some subtle and positive and lasting ways.
Not what you expected, nor even what lots of people find "desirable" but each is guided by his or her own character.
A Foggy Morning On Tanglewood Road
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