Monday, June 23, 2014

Row After Row After Row After Row

The price we have to pay for continuing to grow is being willing to never arrive. I keep on believing the enticement that a job-well-done results in arriving. Metaphorically, that would look like climbing the mountain and seeing the sea shore on the other side. Instead, I climb the mountain and see row after row after row of more mountain ranges. And I ask myself again, "Exactly why am I climbing these mountain ranges?"

Another way to handle this would be to ask, "If you knew that after every mountain range there would be more mountain ranges, would you climb differently?" And of course, the answer would be "Yes".

There is a possibility that there is a special grace on people that are born during the Hinge Years of history. These are the people that faithfully climb their ladders only to find that the building has been moved.

And the mature ones laugh and the immature ones despair. And maybe some of us do both, after we catch our breaths.