Otis Redding plays through the earbuds as the sun shines this afternoon. The ground is soaked, and the flora primed for spring. It has by far been one of the strangest winters I’ve ever seen here. It’s been difficult on all the plants and the animals. I think we are all ready for buds to break and the fields to green. It’s been, as is said, a long time coming.
I read something recently that said there were those who refuse to start over because by the time they get to where they want to be they’ll be much older and it won’t matter. The punchline being: where will you be and how much will it matter when you’re so much older if you do nothing at all?
I’ve been watching a younger generation on TV recently calling for change with a passion I’ve not witnessed in some time. I seriously doubt their efforts are not without the support of a great many, regardless of age, who were out there all along. I think they just might succeed in bringing the country, if not the planet, to a much better place. May we all, not only listen, but take an honest long walk and think about what kind of world we are leaving for them, planet-wide. Will our problems become theirs? Or will we leave them an environment (in all its definitions) in better shape than when we found it, with only new problems of their own to work through?
I am a believer in leaving someone better off than when you met them. A great many have done this for me; I wish at times I could say the same about myself. If I had a wish for future generations I think this would be it: leave those that are arriving in a better place than when you arrived.
When younger generations speak as vocally as these generations are now, we would all be fools not to just listen, but to act in assisting their efforts wherever we can.