As I move through old age I find that my outlook has reverted back to that of the teen-ager in some ways. I am once again looking at life as a motorcycle ride not a U-Haul move. The large moving van is a vital part of life in the years of forming a family and raising children. If that seems a strange thought to you think about all the items you needed to take with you when traveling with an infant and a toddler. You need to be prepared for leaky buns. That can be as simple as changing a wet diaper to the gross clean up from a major dump. Picture the wet wipes, extra clothes and sacks for trash and dirty wardrobe. It might even involve a change of clothes for you and hosing out the car. This is not the stuff of which motorcycle rides are made. You might need a trailer on the back of the truck.
Mountain roads can be a joy or a battle. Freeways can be a horror, double when you go through construction zones. Stopping to eat can be a simple, “Where” to a question of “Can I get out again if I go in.”
One hauls all the baggage of life. The other is a tool for excitement.
Our situation varies. Life is an adventure. Whether we are destroyed or made stronger often depends on our attitude. So much does.
homo unius libri
Tuesday, June 13, 2023
Opus 2023-165: Ode to Old: Wheels Needed
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