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Originally Posted by Digging4Truth
20 years ago a couple of idealistic and visionary young boys in their early 20's sat and discussed the problems in the world back then.
We decided this about our particular organization of association.
We decided that were born & bred to be adventurers... to forge new territory... to go forward... forever expanding...
And we also decided that we had, instead, become park rangers. We had become those who could lead you around and dazzle you with astonishing details that our decades of study of "here" had filled us with and in the midst of the amazement of all we knew of "here" we had forgotten that we were born to be adventurers, moving on, going further. But instead, we had, somewhere, made a conscious decision to master "here" rather than continuing the onward trek.
We are all grown up now... and we still feel the same.
I am a tad of an adventurer by heart I suppose. I don't hang around the park and the exhibits like I used to. They don't do for me what they used to. I sit close enough to the unexplored wilderness ahead of me to stare off into it wondering what is out there but, some 20 years later, I haven't wandered far enough from what I have always known to cut much of a path forward. I still dream that I will.
Gotta work tomorrow though... and there are bills to be paid...I need to finish that room in the back....
And today I read this thread and an article tugs a memory from my distant past and first shirks me with a quick "we were right" and then quickly asks me to be seated with the knowledge that, right or wrong, what have I accomplished?
Maybe I will die a dreamer. Maybe I will finally step out and do....well... I'm not sure what... but it sure needs to be done.
There's room on this park bench.... anyone else been there?
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Yes, I must sit at the same bench. I find myself compromising so much to be the Park Ranger because so many are there, when my heart longs to be the explorer finding new ground, being the risk-taker. Your heart cry is my heart cry.