From Dawn to Dusk... the journal |
Monday, April 15, 2002 * tax day... but we won't talk about THAT. I've been thinking lately about how much we change... and don't change from when we're young. Basic values don't seem to change. But how we look at things and handle things do. Some things seem to be a part of 'youth' - like the love for fast cars, speed... etc. Maybe for some, these things are retained through old age. But there are things that (when I was young) I thought I'd love to do - that no longer interest me. For instance, I always thought sky-diving would be such a thrill. And maybe I still do - but have decided that the time for that has passed. I know that I could still do it, and would probably be thrilled with the adventure of it (after I finished swallowing my tongue), but other things have taken priority. Actually adventure has always thrilled me, but not so much that it showed. I was a quiet child... had an uncle who said that he didn't know I could talk until I went to college. But in my mind I had fine adventures! I didn't have to talk as my imagination was always working overtime. I remember we use to rent horses at a stable in Louisiana when I was in my teens. I especially remember a horse called 'Black Gold'. Now this horse could run! I would take him out on the empty fields and roads... and let him run free! I remember thinking at the time that there was nothing better than being on the back of a horse that was flying... Now... I think my poor back would kill me... but I've never forgotten the feeling... Don't know where I'm going here. Perhaps just meandering along with my thoughts. But it could be that there are dreams and there are dreams. Some you have to let go as time passes and things happen that shift your priorities. Others you might hoard away in your heart until the time is right...and I guess the only true test as to which is which would be that the true dreams are timeless. Age doesn't matter. Happy Monday! Rian |
