DAY DREAMER I have always been a day dreamer. I can’t deny it, and as matter of fact , I would actually go so far as to recommend such a trait rather than to condemn it.
In the rather narrow view of many persons, including myself in stern moments, I have “wasted” - that’s the term bandied about loosely at that critical point. Suppose we say:"mis-used" to be a bit more precise. I am not at all certain I had simply cast such time away without putting it to some more profitable use.
A man can enjoy the doing of a thing and the special joy of such a physical or mental action which seems to me to be important to the doer thereof. It's a matter of "progress being made" rather than results obtained. A man can enjoy going fishing without catching anything bigger than a sardine. The enjoyment is having gone fishing not in counting fins or fabricating fish tales.
I was the kid who, being tall, merited a desk near the back of the classroom. There, one often had a window looking over the school yard, open fields and a hazy tangle of blue mountains far out there on the very edge of the world. Now, with air-conditioning there are blank walls forever closing inwardly.
Many such dreams continue.I have grown up since that classroom situation but I can still view that same range of blue mountains - several hundred miles to the north of the schoolroom site. The far-off fringe of blue mountains are still - look at them carefully on my 90th Birthday recently and they are still oddly blue, mysterious and alluring. I have of course been beyond them now and I know what is there and what is not there but they still hold an element of mystery a and promises of anticipated gifts. C'mon,now...'fess up: There actually was a Santa Claus when we were kids, wasn't there? There still is. It would be kind nice if h could be out there on the fringes of everywhere bringing gifts - dreams - to realization for a troubled, needy world.
A.L.M. March 19, 2006 [c367wds]
