Before the fast train/Scene # 1– Original Photo by Elaine Fuller/Revised by C.F.Avery
Most blogs, I think, are in a moment. So is mine–but a moment long gone. Soon–tomorrow will be here, and today, will be racing away as a fast train. I can see so much clearer now, than I could as a youth, and lately I have though often of that phrase ‘youth is wasted on the young’. Youth is how we began a path of trials, and errors, directing us towards wisdom–and fantasy–and what we think–is freedom. Without that silly, carefree stage–prior to maturity, we might not be so pleased to sit and rest–while we travel–to places far away-with just the power of only our minds
I recall my father, in his sixties, saying, “Sis, I feel as young as I did at twenty–I just can’t do the things I want to.” Years later, unknowingly–the last conversation with me prior to his death—“Sis, ” When you get old–people treat you like you have no mind.” I look back now–and see he was speaking the reality of how people only judge you by making assumptions-of your capabilities -rather it be physically or mentally. These assumptions make it often difficult to see the elder or disabled–as a functioning human person. Even those that mean well -can fall into that trap. Although a parent was always there for the child, once the nest is flown–the offspring can now make his own decisions, has his own life, and of course, “now knows what’s best for you.’–in your time of need. They are still young–and have not yet reached this stage of maturity–realizing that from that easy chair–you may be able to travel places that their fancy sports car can not go.
The fast train has done gone/Scene # 2–Photo by Elaine Fuller
“In the absence of compassion –the foundation for life will surely rot.”— C.F. Avery