I try to read your posts and happily read this one closely.
Your comments about other tough years hit home. I was in eighth grade in 1968 which was such a tough year in so many ways. Assassins killing good men and young soldiers dying daily in Vietnam. The year ended though with Frank Borman, Jim Lovell and William Andrea sending a message of hope from the dark side of the moon.
1979 was also a tough year for me personally. My dad died unexpected at 51 and we buried him on New Year’s Eve.
I look at the pictures of the earthrise shared by the Apollo 8 crew and can’t feel anything but optimistic about the new year.
Thank you for your good writing and happy new year.
2020 wasn’t all bad. It’s the year I started reading your blog, after all. ;)) (indeed...it’s already a few days more than a year now.) :-^))
I also started a substack about my explorations of cooking, which will never go anywhere but is both fun and, simply by the process of writing my own thoughts on a regular basis, sharpening my mental skills for what I really want to do: Achieve my freedom (at this time in my life, I am truly ready for that, and reading you has a lot to do with the self-discovery which made it possible), have friends (quality over quantity), and go to school.
It goes to show how one good person who cares deeply about others can make a greater difference than they may know.
Personally I think that social lives are often shallow and superficial, based more on being in the same herd than actually sharing anything. The nice thing about being online is that it enables a person to connect to the very few others with whom one shares something actually meaningful - knowing what really matters in life (kids, unselfish love, family), caring about others even though they probably think one’s weird, and trying to be a better person. Along with having fun and enjoying the good moments in life, knowing their true worth.
And let’s not forget: fast cars and ice cream cake. ;)
I try to read your posts and happily read this one closely.
Your comments about other tough years hit home. I was in eighth grade in 1968 which was such a tough year in so many ways. Assassins killing good men and young soldiers dying daily in Vietnam. The year ended though with Frank Borman, Jim Lovell and William Andrea sending a message of hope from the dark side of the moon.
1979 was also a tough year for me personally. My dad died unexpected at 51 and we buried him on New Year’s Eve.
I look at the pictures of the earthrise shared by the Apollo 8 crew and can’t feel anything but optimistic about the new year.
Thank you for your good writing and happy new year.
2020 wasn’t all bad. It’s the year I started reading your blog, after all. ;)) (indeed...it’s already a few days more than a year now.) :-^))
I also started a substack about my explorations of cooking, which will never go anywhere but is both fun and, simply by the process of writing my own thoughts on a regular basis, sharpening my mental skills for what I really want to do: Achieve my freedom (at this time in my life, I am truly ready for that, and reading you has a lot to do with the self-discovery which made it possible), have friends (quality over quantity), and go to school.
It goes to show how one good person who cares deeply about others can make a greater difference than they may know.
Personally I think that social lives are often shallow and superficial, based more on being in the same herd than actually sharing anything. The nice thing about being online is that it enables a person to connect to the very few others with whom one shares something actually meaningful - knowing what really matters in life (kids, unselfish love, family), caring about others even though they probably think one’s weird, and trying to be a better person. Along with having fun and enjoying the good moments in life, knowing their true worth.
And let’s not forget: fast cars and ice cream cake. ;)
Thank you for being here :)) Happy 2021!!!