There is a Story afoot . . .
A story has attacked me . . . not sure where it's from, but I have been posting chapters as they come out of my fingers. Yes, I am still posting on firearms training and my new topic of basic prepping - all links are to the right of the blog, newest posts first on the lists. Feel free to ignore the story posts - they usually start with a chapter number. But, feel free to read the story as well and comment on it - I like how it's turning out so far! Links to the various chapters are at the right under . . .
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Commentary – Life at the speed of “life”
There’s a myth among folks that, as you get older - “life will slow down”. In your teens and twenties, who really cares. You’re young, strong – ready to learn and make your mark on the world.
In your 30s and 40s – you are IN life; work, children, children, children, work, work – miscellaneous “bumps and illnesses” – work, work, children . . . . The road can seem endless at times, you are experiencing “Life at the speed of “life” “ in a very intimate and personal way. And . . . . you hear about this mythical time when all will slow down and you begin to reap the harvest of your efforts – that mythical thing called “time”. Time to sit on the porch, time to vacation, time to fish, hunt, camp – oh to only reach “that time in your life”.
Your 50s and 60s are spent in enlightenment – the realization that life will always be lived “at the speed of life”. And, there is a bit of a dread that builds – what if I have to slow down – because of hearts or lungs or joints or sight – it can be a pretty disconcerting list, enough to force a person to loose focus on life and be concerned with “what if’s”. Of course, life also takes care of that by throwing “little bundles” your way. I received mine on Monday . . . . .
Please meet Miss Lucinda Richelle., her lovely mom and old-fart Grandpa.
Beautiful Grandma MrsBill and Grandma D as well as sisters and Da Daddy
She is a reminder that life has continued for millions of years – and will continue long after I’m dust. She is a reminder of everything that is new and lovable and possible is the world that we live in. And, she’s a reminder I’m not as old as I some days feel – probably only 10 years or so until her and gramps hit the “take your daughter to the range” day together.
Life simply happens at the speed of life – and some speed bumps are a very welcome thing indeed.