There is always so much a parent wants to share with their children. Some of these things are cleverly disguised lessons in life, but most of it is just a sharing of family history. Sharing like this is a very important part of making and maintaining relationships. Perhaps this is a part of our human need to tell each other stories and pass on our personal tradition. A young child, say from 1 to 25 years old, is not that interested in family history. For them the world is an amazing and evolving place, one that will go on forever, so why dwell in the past? Time, as we know, changes that perspective.
I am 57 years old. When I think about how fast time has gone by I can not fathom how it does it or what is I think I am experiencing. When I think back 20 years, I was only a just learning to be a father. If I try to imagine 20 years from now, 77, it does not even register an image in my brain. Maybe my journey will over, but if not, and I certainly hope not, I hope I am still energetic about the adventure I have been traveling on all these years.
There is still so much I yearn to learn, to do, to go, people to meet, foods to taste, music to play. I have been interested in so many aspects and details of life that I never know when to put something down. Today I am reading
I lived for thousands and thousands of years as a mineral.
Then I died and became a plant.
I lived for thousands and thousands of years as a plant.
Then I died and became an animal.
I lived for thousands and thousands of years as an animal.
Then I died and became a human being.
Tell me, what have I ever lost by dying?