I have witnessed, knowingly or otherwise, 28, 472 mornings and 28, 472 evenings, so far during my lifetime. For those of you who are not good at math that is 78 years plus two days. This does not include the 9 months inside my mother's womb.
Some might say that I must remove 2-3 years of data because I was not aware of what I was witnessing which is why I said KNOWINGLY OR OTHERWISE.
Can you imagine what kind of book I would have if I had been able to take photographs of both my mornings and my evenings during those 78 years or even 70 of those 78 years or quite possibly 60 of even 50 of those 78 years.
The photos would not have to be that great... the greatness would be demonstrated by the consecutive nature of the photographs.
If not photos, then I could have written a diary every day for 50-60-70 years describing what I saw or what I did.
It's fun but also tragic to look back at one's life and see what one has or has not accomplished.
- the wealth
- the assets
- the friends
- the knowledge
- the experience
- the children
- the grandchildren
- the animals as pets
Of course, there are those who do not look at accomplishments but how one lived, especially since one does not have to be wealthy to live with honor, integrity, and dignity, hurting no one and allowing no one to hurt you.
What comes to mind when I think like that are NATIVE AMERICANS, especially those living on a reservation and not trying to experience WHITE MAN'S SUCCESS.
Maybe the time of the BUFFALO needs to return.
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