Sitting here in the spring evening limelight chatting with my wife. We are both awake and aware.
The thought occurred to me as we were discussing the plight of many things... the road ahead is still so long. It is difficult to be an Anon and to be aware... to be awake... and to know that so many people still need to start to awaken.
It's like we are very far ahead in this marathon, and people are still getting their running shoes on at the starting line.
So I thought I would share this... keep in mind that many still need to make the journey and that means they need awakening, which means things need to happen that seem preposterous, so they awaken. And our job is to keep the faith and to endure, and to look for the light at the end of the tunnel.
God speed, Frens. Hang in there.
It’s bittersweet.
I’m just planning for my adult kids and grandkids— plus I know I’ll be around long enough to see it all come to fruition— but the progeny is all I really care about because I’m tough and old and can handle anything that comes my way but I’d rather they don’t have to live through what I’ve done- I’d love them to all have the great “ leave it to beaver” life I grew up in-
"leave it to Beaver life". My friend and I talk about it all the time. How really great it was when we were growing up. In the summer we stayed out and played until dark and when the street lights came on was when we had to be home. No worries like now..........we just didn't actually KNOW how good it was until it WASN'T. And we all want that for our grands and our great-grands.
What I miss is, when we were kids we did road trips with mom and dad —- went to a different state each summer—- each state was distinctive and beautiful in its own way. The people had their own “culture” in each state and I grew to love America! Now, when we go from one state to another they really are quite the same. I can’t explain it but it makes me very sad. America is different now. I also long for the way things were when I was young. My kids and grandkids never will know the way it was. Breaks my heart.
I never understood what the 40+ were talking about until I became one. As the culture spirals downward deeper, the generational window of reminiscence narrows.