Every day I look at life and it looks back at me – when I see that road ahead, welcoming me like fresh pavement on a hot summer’s day – with eyes that still work and ambition that feels thirty-something and struggles only with how many goal-focuses to point myself toward.
Finding purpose and direction, energy and drive focuses skill-sets against any size obstacles as inconveniences I must work with …
When life looks back at me, what does it see?
It sees failures, many of them but doesn’t see a failed person.
It sees successes, many of them but doesn’t see a pillar of virtue either.
It sees time sees more clearly than I. It sees limitations of capability, qualifications, capital and capacity. It sees me as a tilter in search of a windmill to tilt …
