Was /is the bestv times...

Some principles, saved for the old, is always that youth is wasted on the young, the song is gone, as it's been sung, and the best of times, are with us now, and the future's always worse.

As the world turns on, as the night draws in, and it all collapses, breaking down, as people's smiles, turn to dust. As we hope for better, work for more, but we know, deep down, that the turning leaf, sets in.

As the barest branches, lie there, cold, and we know it all grows, slowly old, and we wonder whether today's the day, that it all passed away.

But the shoots will grow, as the frost just goes, and the spring just comes, with the light, and sun, but just for some. Not us.

Today

How was your day?

Somebody actually
asked me today:
"How did you come
to know everything?"

I don't  think that's

actually meant.

I think it was more like:

"How did you learn

What you know?"

As a genuine, wholearted educator,

What other question would one ever wish to hear?

I also like the hero-worship

And the feeling in accomplishing something meaningful, again.

I've not been publicly sharing all that I've maybe been experiencing over the past 30 months, or so. Suffice to say, people continue to contradict what I think it's my well-constructed impression of them, in both encouraging & perplexing ways.