A cold, quiet day at home with time to do wash and think. What am I doing? Where am I going?
I've always liked the quote:
"Obstacles are what you see when you take your eyes off your goal."
Some one, looking into the future, promised me once that I would live a long, a useful, and a happy life. As I was a child I wanted to be happy, as I got a little older I wanted to live long,
but now my goal is to be useful.
The older I get, the harder that seems to be to do. Daily aches and pains, being more tired, and a few battle scars make getting up in the morning a pretty big accomplishment. I think I do pretty good to be as active as I am right now but I don't think that's going to get better the older I get.
But it's all good. I'm beginning to understand that old age brings it's own type of usefulness. There is a sense of compassion that comes as a result of living through the tough times, a slowness to anger, a lack of feeling offense, a dimming of pride and a willingness to help and be helped.
There is a rich mellowness that is peaceful and comfortable
that I think people can feel when they're around you.
What's a more useful goal than to be comforting and kind?