The unattended consequences of life often take us to strange places. Often, they are places and times we’d much rather not go. Throughout my life I’ve been touched, impressed, and unimpressed by a lot of people. People who’s faces and names are familiar and unfamiliar. But in some strange way, most remember me well. This is especially true when I found myself in either Chatham or Treutlen County Georgia.
I never thought of myself as much of a vagabond or wonderer. But I guess to my small social group I am. For many from my early years, I guess I just disappeared altogether. In later years, I suppose I did the same thing again, and then again when moving to Alamo. Now in these last four or five years, I’m once again doing the same. I don’t feel like my attitude has changed or that I’ve simply outgrown the people. It’s more like each person in your lives becomes road sign in your life. Guiding us to our eventual destination.
Age and circumstance changes us. Physically I’ve changed quite a bit, especially over the last few years. I suppose I went from an unhealthy overweight person to a carpet of skin draped over some bones. In fact my son-in-law last night who hasn’t seen me in over two years asked, “Are you okay?”. It’s funny because I get asked that a lot. Mentally, I like to think of myself as being more at peace. But I still hungry for adventure and desire, just not at such a quick pace.
Yeah, life doesn’t often take us where we thought it would. I guess for many of us without a plan it’s destined to turn out that that way. But for those of us that have plotted a course, it can be more traumatic. The head winds often change, there are roadblocks and accidents along the way. We lose sight of our goals, or our goals change all together. Don’t fret or become overwhelmed by all this; accept these things as lessons more than just destiny. Dust yourself off after changing that flat tire. Or better yet accept help when it’s given. You never know, you might be helping someone else.
I never thought of myself as much of a vagabond or wonderer. But I guess to my small social group I am. For many from my early years, I guess I just disappeared altogether. In later years, I suppose I did the same thing again, and then again when moving to Alamo. Now in these last four or five years, I’m once again doing the same. I don’t feel like my attitude has changed or that I’ve simply outgrown the people. It’s more like each person in your lives becomes road sign in your life. Guiding us to our eventual destination.
Age and circumstance changes us. Physically I’ve changed quite a bit, especially over the last few years. I suppose I went from an unhealthy overweight person to a carpet of skin draped over some bones. In fact my son-in-law last night who hasn’t seen me in over two years asked, “Are you okay?”. It’s funny because I get asked that a lot. Mentally, I like to think of myself as being more at peace. But I still hungry for adventure and desire, just not at such a quick pace.
Yeah, life doesn’t often take us where we thought it would. I guess for many of us without a plan it’s destined to turn out that that way. But for those of us that have plotted a course, it can be more traumatic. The head winds often change, there are roadblocks and accidents along the way. We lose sight of our goals, or our goals change all together. Don’t fret or become overwhelmed by all this; accept these things as lessons more than just destiny. Dust yourself off after changing that flat tire. Or better yet accept help when it’s given. You never know, you might be helping someone else.
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