July 30, 2017 thought
What if we could start our lives over and over again, exploring all the paths we didn’t take. Who would you be, what might you have become, where might you be?
That's what I thought
July 30, 2017 thought
What if we could start our lives over and over again, exploring all the paths we didn’t take. Who would you be, what might you have become, where might you be?
Our lives are written in stone when we pass. We will never do another thing in this material world and nothing further can be changed. Then as winters come and go and years pass the symbols begin to fade. They weather away and dissipate until at long last nothing but the ghost of our memory remains and the world rushes on in the distant future unaware we ever were.
I’m at the farm. I’ve been here for three weeks now. I’ve noticed a pair of Robins who spend all their time together. They look to be male and female, with the colorings of one being more vivid than the other. They roost together on wires and hunt for bugs and worms at the same time together on the lawn. One morning I looked out the window up at the unfinished ceiling joists of the outside porch and saw them roosting side by side in two of the three nests birds have built there over the past years. Then they suddenly flew off together into a nearby tree. God bless them. I’m so happy for their joyful fling at life and love in the springtime morning air! It saddens me though to have the somber realization that one day, it will end for them. One or the other will fall by the wayside. That is the nature of this world. Into every life tragedy will fall. So go flit through the morning sunshine beautiful little birds while you are young, filled with joy, and have forever in front of you.