The drought has ended

It has been a long time since I had a thought worth sharing. Maybe you too have droughts of inspiration, just maybe. Not today.

    Looking back, I see a soul who resembles the face in my mirror. A younger more vivacious me, wild child. Long haired, gonna change the world boy who lives, now in the confines of my heart. That silly fool was going to change everybody's mind    but . . . he , instead, changed his. I see him trying to be like his father. A soldier, a restaurant owner and a Dad. Through the mist of blurred memories I see him trying to be like his spouse, farmer, fence mender, husband and a Dad. I say out loud to no one, should have stopped at Dad. All that time trying to be some one for somebody. I wonder what ever became of that long haired boy with the big ideas and dreams of changing the world. I thought that maybe if he had only pursued his dreams of changing the world, maybe just maybe the world would have been a better place. At least for him. I found myself shaking my head in agreement with myself and began to laugh. Yes, his world would have been a different place, not better just different. 

    But that was just a moment in reflection, a small space in time. Here in the real world, that long haired boy got a haircut. He got a job, several different ones and he became a Dad. Maybe , just maybe that was his purpose in this world. Maybe, just maybe the children of that long I mean short haired boy will change the world. Heaven knows it sure changed his.

    Never believe what you see, nor listen to those who say you can't change the world.

Maybe, just maybe you already have.