quo vadis? must be
going the right way if you
end up in right place
Quo vadis?
So might I have been asked 63 years ago today, July 17, 1960, the day I was born.
Quo vadis or ‘where are you going?’
63 years is 22995 days to make decisions every day about where I was going.
Each day filled with crossroads and door ways to paths not taken.
Which way to turn?
Which path to take?
Which path to not take?
Quo vadis INDEED.
In the essay Quo vadimus? by E. B. White published in the May 16, 1930 of the New Yorker Magazine where Mr. White writes about a man who stops people and asks, ‘“Where the hell are you going?”
And one man answers, “And all you want is a decent meal when it comes mealtime, isn’t it?’ asked my friend. “And a warm place to sleep when it comes night,”’ he added quickly, almost eagerly.”
Mr. White ends with this line, And we continued on our lonely and imponderable ways.
For the past 63 years I have blundered and mis-stepped as I continued on my lonely and imponderable way.
Last 4th of July, I got to spend the day with my wife and my kids and my grandchildren.
(Have I told you about my Grandchildren lately?)
I guess that on my lonely and imponderable way through these last 63 years, I must have made a lot of the right choices at my crossroads and doors to the paths not taken as I sure seem to have ended up in the right place.
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