I remember as a young adult my father and I got into a conversation about our dreams. He made a statement from a book he once said.
He said to me the dreams I have had in this life won't all be realized probably as long as I am alive. But even though I may die the dreams I once had may become envisioned in you my prodigee. Ergo the dreamer may die but never dies the dream. I thought about this and how as we grow up we try to envision how our children, our lives, our places of work might be like somewhere in the future. How often we have to pass the torch on to others to finish off an idea, a plan or a dream for others. Today I try to live my life on a higher plane of existence wondering and hoping that my dreams might be worthwhile to pass on the torch to someone else.
I went out to my Fathers Cemetary Plot today. I sorta got whispy eyed as I remembered the days we used to go fishing together. I remembered one time we were trying to get down to a river from a mountain top and all around us was shale. It seemed like every time we took a step down the shale would move and promote us head long down the mountain, I still remember my father telling me to dig in your heels son, dig in your heels. When things get rough in my life today its like I can still feel his hand reaching out and saying to me dig in your heels son dig in your heels.
They say the lessons in life are sometimes carfraid on into the present day. I guess for me this is true as I continue to move forward when things get rough and I dig in my heels.