Hope and the golden snow in Alaska
As I looked out the cabin window this morning and watched the golden ‘snowfall’ of leaves dropping quietly to the ground, my mind drifted to wonder where had the years gone. I have walked this earth for about 25,318 days, so what have I accomplished during those 36,457,920 minutes? I see no lives saved or universal benefit to mankind as a whole because of my existence. There was no mountainous climb up some corporate ladder to wealth or breakthrough knowledge that benefited anyone. Instead after all this time I sit alone, at my keyboard masquerading as a writer of something of worth that will touch people’s soul or make them think differently about events happening around them.
I am once again drawn to a soliloquy by Shakespeare elucidating his view of peoples daily lives…..“Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in it’s petty pace from day to day…..and all our yesterdays have lighted fools way to dusty death….out out brief candle….life is but a stage where we are but players who strut and fret our lives away…..it is a tale told by an idiot full of sound and fury signifying nothing.” Is our lives truly meaningless and full of nothing? When I look out and see so many self absorbed people that are burying themselves in any distraction so they will not have to deal with reality I may just have to agree with Shakespeare’s words.
But then I also see people who are unselfish and care for there fellow man. They volunteer their time to feed the less fortunate or work in hospitals and nursing homes caring for the elderly and dying. I can see beauty in those who may not have time to volunteer but go out of their way to be kind to neighbors and strangers they meet. I also see many who witness wrongs being committed get involved and try and right those wrongs. Could it be at this time in my life that it is my humble words reaching out and touching some unknown someone, that is my contribution on my road of life?
So like the leaves falling in my driveway
these individual’s though acting alone will by there example
become a flood of golden rays of hope for all of us.