I’m probably just off reading a book, typing away, walking the dog, or sitting in the grass somewhere, thinking about absolutely nothing.
The leafless skeleton of a cherry tree, yet to show any blossoms, stood rigid at the corner of the barn.
I would like to feature someone and their goal in a subsequent post!
Remember, without failure, not only have we not learned a valuable lesson, but when success is achieved, it doesn’t taste quite so sweet.
I often feel unsatisfied with my current pay (who isn’t?!), or the house we live in, or a multitude of other trivial things, and I forget to appreciate what’s in front of me, how fortunate I actually am, and appreciating life happening every day.
The outer walls of the barn were a faded and chipped pink; the original coat of vibrant red paint had long since decayed. The white trim hardly held as well, the sunbaked boards naked and exposed.
I try to imagine my life as an 80 year old man, if I’m to survive that long. I try to imagine what that will look like, where I will be, and what I have accomplished. I try to see the unknown.