“Life is no brief candle to me. It is a sort of splendid torch which I have got a hold of for the moment, and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it on to future generations.” George Bernard Shaw
If you have listened to any news recently, you have heard talk of passing our debt on to future generations. A lot of talking heads, talk without saying anything, however, there are a few who make a case. I have my favorites, however, it is best not to talk politics or religion, lest I offend someone.
I have two grandsons. I wish I could see into the future to see what their world will be like when I am gone. Will the globe warm until it is unbearable? Will there be more and more massive tornado’s, hurricanes, earthquakes, floods, fires, mass killings, etc.?
Where will the children go as they grow? What will they do? Can they save the earth? Can they change the world?
All of the ones we have in Washington right now need to go home and sit down! If I could I would get a street sweeper
and try to entice all the politicians, lobbyists, and D.C. folk into the streets… maybe with an ice cream truck tinkling its little bell with a call for “free Obamacream” loudly through its little microphone… that is a special kind of ice cream these days…I hear it is very good. Then I would sweep them all to a new state….one carved from vast expanses perhaps in the desert parts of the U. S. and give them some water and enough food to live on (from cans) along with spades, hoes, plows, mules, cows, goats, seeds…yes seeds, and let them toil away in the desert to try to grow their own food until they learned that they are nothing special. Let them think and learn to live with each other because only by helping each other will they live.
They have grown greedy with power; their mouths open to say nothing… Robert Frost states: “Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can’t, and the other half who have nothing to say and keep on saying it.”
However, this is about not only my grandchildren but also yours. Should we all unite and demonstrate? Did we not do this when we were younger? I lived through many changes and this is the worst I have seen. I want better for the next generation. I want them to be able to run with the wind in open fields not filled with greenhouse gasses; I want them to have clean air to breathe; I want the tornado’s to go away; and the hurricanes; and the earthquakes and the floods, fires and all the things that Revelations speak about. Perhaps, I want for them peace on earth; the peace I thought we had back in the 40’s and 50’s when I walked the dirt roads to my grandmother’s house. I wished my grandsons could have walked to my house. I wish I had known how to cook; how to be a wife; how to make a husband happy.
Was I selfish? Was it all about me? Where did I get off the Merry-Go-Round; when did it even stop?
I was ambitious; I wanted to “do good” for my parents sake; to make them proud. Would they not have been as proud if I had stayed home; had a garden; planted my flowers and tended the children; cooked breakfast, walked them to the school bus (where there were no guns) and schools without policemen and bars and locked doors? Wouldn’t they have been just as proud? would I not have served a greater purpose? I wanted more for my grandchildren? However, I sent my children out into the world as independent as I. They do not need me; I taught them well.
Technology takes away voices; planes take us to places to walk as in days of old; fences falsely keep us safe where there is no safe place.
The universe had a plan for me; did I miss the mark? Where was the mark? Did someone cut the tree down before I realized the mark was for me? Where did the time go; where did all the stuff come from; how do you make it go away?
I think this is a rant on life. Or, it could be another geriatric ramble through the back roads of my mind again.
Whatever it is I want it to go away as well.
- George Bernard Shaw Shuffled Off This Mortal Coil 63 Years Ago Today (onetrackmuse.com)
- When Compassion Needs Justification – A Dangerous Sign (grumpyelder.com)
- I’m willing to… (rorear1.wordpress.com)