When I was a boy, and then again when I was a married man, it was the custom in the family to to have pancakes for breakfast on Sunday mornings. I prepared pancakes for breakfast this Sunday morning too.
While eating my pancakes I went over something of concern. Something that has been on my mind a lot lately. At my stage of life, do I need to have meaningful things to do each day? Or, is it OK to simply kick-back in this paradise where I find myself and enjoy life?
I have a hunch that the answer is that in order to have a meaningful life, I must continually stretch my horizon. Push myself to find my way. But what if I have come to a place in my life where things have changed sooooo much, that my path is not known? Not even imagined? What then?
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