searching for a vision

You know that feeling when you work so hard for something, someone, somewhere; you put all your spare energy into it and it gets crushed over and over and over and over again. You start to think, what the hell am I doing? Wouldn't life be easier if I just went with the flow? Didn't fight so hard? Didn't believe something different from others? If I kept my mouth shut? If I just walked away? What would life be like? What if I was a cheerleader for the popular cause? Would I be a less tortured soul?

It's been a busy week, month, year, decade, life and small bit of apprehension about things has arisen lately. I am working under the assumption that pilates, coffee, this blog and sleep will keep my journey on a straight path.

I was reminded today of a day not so long ago when one of my heroes left unexpectantly. I didn't know them personally, nor had I ever met them. They just seemed to have great ideals and fostered them, for the better of the Minnesotan, American and world citizen. I am sure that this person had flaws but he had a great vision and a great ability to inspire vision in others. It is disheartening that this man was not with us longer, for the benefit of young people who seem to be struggling with the direction of our great profession, city, county, state and nation. Rest in peace Mr Wellstone...

“The future will not belong to those who sit on the sidelines. The future will not belong to the cynics. The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.” --Paul Wellstone