I’ve deliberately (I had initially used the word: “purposefully”, but after debated consideration, made the careful change) torn the final page from Louis L’Amour‘s memoir, Education of a Wandering Man, which contains an excerpt from a Robinson Jeffers poem titled “Wise Men in Their Bad Hours”:
Death’s a fierce meadowlark: but to die having made
Something more equal to centuries
Than muscle and bone, is mostly to shed weakness.
The mountains are dead stone, the people
Admire or hate their stature, their insolent quietness,
The mountains are not softened or troubled
And a few dead men’s thoughts have the same temper.
why I might do such a thing is a worthy and valid question, certainly.
it might have something to do with being a Dad. having a teenaged daughter keeps me on my toes. my judgment, sensibilities, fashion-sense, and coolness factor come into question constantly, and at the most (chinese) interesting junctures in time, at the hands (and, temperament of Haley Anne). but, I’d not trade a moment of it, for anything.
the question at hand, and it’s ponderousness (is that thinking?) might also find it’s genesis in my on-going experience with CEO’s, and being a kind of CEO, myself. for perspective, see my recent business “blogsite” post: CEO’s and ego’s – a cautionary tale.
…oh… my point?
it may well be legacy.
I’ve found that if I set aside my temper, ego, image, and other self-centered perspective, and try to see it from Haley Anne’s vantage point (also asking her the inductive why as often as possible) I can find, at least, the middle ground, and we both win, and I get more hugs. and, she has a better chance of evolving into a vital contributor to our society.
I’ve grown confident that most Fathers (of the earthly variety, anyway) and CEO’s are the weakest link of any organization. but, if you plan for the group under your care properly it means selflessly making them all stronger and better than yourself.
I may be a miserable creature (I can neither carry a tune, or dance a reasonable jig). but, I can pour myself into those around me, and make us all the better.
peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.
brian patrick cork