A long time ago, when I was just a pup, I came upon a black-and-white poster that nailed my shoes to the floor. The top half showed a young boy, giggling away. On the bottom was a 60ish fellow, wearing an impeccable suit and a crushed face. The caption? What happened?
I spent half-an-hour this morning trying to find that poster on Google. No luck. Another search brought me these two photos, which filled the bill nicely.
What do we do to ourselves as adulthood emerges and lengthens? What do we learn under our parents’ roof and in the schoolyard and on the job about who we are? Is it society’s fault that we numb ourselves so that the joys of life slip away? Where does the need to be more, better and different come from? What happened?
All is not lost. There are vibrant human beings walking down Main Street if we have eyes to see them. Some have secret smiles but others hit you between the eyes with their joy. Shall we join these bright spirits? Shall we contemplate a new question: What will happen? If you’re 20, what will you bring forth when you’re 30? 40 … 50? 60 … 70? It really is up to us, not to a painful childhood, financial disasters, or the loss of loved ones.
When I meet you on Main Street, please show me your future photo. We’ll celebrate together.