“Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself.”
~Leo Tolstoy~
I am not always 100% positive. True, I am more often than not defiantly not negative (and yes, I mean defiantly, as when facing a barrage of negativity I refuse (within reason) to cave to it). I actively, consciously choose to cherish and value what is good and right here. It isn't always easy. Sometimes I look around my hometown and I see so much potential. Other days I look around and see only an insurmountable to-do list. There is a story about a beggar who asks passersby for pennies, all the while he does not realize that he is sitting on a pot of gold. Is our community like that beggar? When I do occasionally spiral into hopeless impatience, am I that beggar?
Here we are and where do we come from?
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Only the moves we make are our choice. Whether those movements are small or bold, they have the power to change the design and alter a pattern in our society.
Our parents raise us and as years pass,
it becomes more apparent. Demographics and class, education, they are
obvious, but there's always more at play. Not everyone who is
unfortunate or even unloved becomes bitter or bad. Not everyone who
is nurtured and cherished can be counted on for good.
How does the landscape affect our
disposition?
We live above what once was ocean floor hundreds and thousands of years ago. Limestone encases the creatures who came before us both giant and minuscule. The fossils lie calcified in our rocky yard borders. The ground is shifting from extremities of temperature and sudden dryness followed by even more sudden rains. Not even Hoosiers who are accustomed to switching summer and winter wardrobes in a day can ignore this new level of unpredictability. The borders tumble into the street. The cracks grow wider and we cringe at distant news stories of sinkholes swallowing streets, homes and even people. The soil is either cracked as desert or mush and marsh. Willfully at times, we ignore the faults beneath our feet, when they are not directly worrying us. When they worry us, we see only the faults and nothing else.
Our infrastructure is crumbling beneath
our feet. The houses, the sidewalks, the clutter of modern
necessities: pipes, tracks, lines, poles, pock marked streets, all serve to distract us from the real history of this
place. What never goes away are the geological histories. The story
that remains with or without people are the stories of water, its'
presence and absences. The ocean receded and left thick limestone.
The trees and plants that came and went left their deposits, enriching the soil.
That is not to say that there is a "they" or an "us", when we all live here, we are invested together in this place. Our successes and failures are shared, even if not consciously.
This city frets over its past, nursing
its wounds and parading its pride and griefs in the streets. The busy
generations of yesteryears built their industries that grew our
population. They manufactured cars, mowers and more. They played
their Jazz hits, planted roses, built monuments and survived
disasters. They buried the waste of their industries,
but at times the contaminants have haunted the soil and rise as dust to plague us.
We miss the glory of manufacturing, but times are changing. The ground is shifting, and we cannot keep pace by always looking backward. We cannot keep pace by being unrealistically hopeful, not either by wallowing in pessimism. There is a balance. May we find it.
We miss the glory of manufacturing, but times are changing. The ground is shifting, and we cannot keep pace by always looking backward. We cannot keep pace by being unrealistically hopeful, not either by wallowing in pessimism. There is a balance. May we find it.
We
are Indiana. We are the norm. Our disparity is yours too. We are the voice of the nation's news. Our limestone is
the Pentagon and the Empire State building. We are the “Corn Belt”.
We are the Midwestern spine of the United States. We are at the
crossroads of the nation, and if we are unaligned, then so is America. This matters. The choices we make, the aspirations we chase can change the world.
You can be sure that our future affects the rest of the nation. We are smack in the middle of it all. What kind of future is in store for our city? For Indiana, "the Crossroads of the Nation"?
As one person, I may not leave a lasting mark on the landscape, but I will do my best to do the good that I am able. That effort is never wasted.
A wise woman told me that "change, real change begins in people's hearts. It can't happen through force or law. It's slow, but it's worth while." When I look around at all there is to accomplish, and when it seems daunting, I try to remember her words and I try to examine my own heart closely.
Just a thought.
You can be sure that our future affects the rest of the nation. We are smack in the middle of it all. What kind of future is in store for our city? For Indiana, "the Crossroads of the Nation"?
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As one person, I may not leave a lasting mark on the landscape, but I will do my best to do the good that I am able. That effort is never wasted.
A wise woman told me that "change, real change begins in people's hearts. It can't happen through force or law. It's slow, but it's worth while." When I look around at all there is to accomplish, and when it seems daunting, I try to remember her words and I try to examine my own heart closely.
Just a thought.
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This is a beautiful, thoughtful post that both realistic and uplifting. Let's keep it in mind as we mold and transform our lives together in small but significant ways.
ReplyDeleteYes! Thank you, Howard.
Delete"We are at the crossroads of the nation, and if we are unaligned, then so is America. This matters."
ReplyDeleteLove this.
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DeleteI like Leo Tolstoy, but he was a dreamer. I think real change begins with law and then in hearts. That's Unfortunate truth.
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Well in that case, I believe that it all begins with dreams. Whether it's a fact or not it's at the very least a historically accurate pattern. Here's hoping for the best in our laws and in our hearts.
DeleteThanks for commenting, Duke.