How do we see ourselves and where do we see ourselves in four years?
I see people hiking in the woods and climbing peaks, hills, and mountains. I see them running on the trails and training for marathons. I see couples holding hands as they wander through the trees along the paths. They look up in wonder and awe. Squirrels cross their path and birds chirp in their flight.
They see a grand nest, grander than any they’ve see before, right there off the trail they walk. They stop and gaze at it’s splendor asking each other aloud, I wonder what made such a fine home. What built this nest? Was it last week’s storm blowing it all together in formation? Or was it a majestic bird family? They realize it must have been birds because randomness destroys and doesn’t build. It’s a nest and while grand, it is simple. How simple animals and birds live. And they just live.
That’s the vision, just live.
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