“It is not the strongest or the most intelligent who will survive but those who can best manage change.” -Charles Darwin
Two years ago I felt the world’s people could have victory; today I feel not. The observation asks so much a complicated mire that I wonder if it will ever be resolved, and I’m not sure about it.
I remember being young, making decisions, feeling that the future would be cheery. Experiencing some maturity, if in short bursts, solving mysteries that confronted me and remaining interested in famous literature, music, and art were all part of the journey.
It is such a wearying experience to think about time lost and that the best of what could be termed intellectual is lost to time. But there remain others who do the contemplating.
The machination of insight doth crumble.
A number of famous persons for whom I held enormous respect were celebrated certainly in their own right. There was for many the very strong pull of events connected to ongoing victories which steered people in the direction of victory. These aren’t forgotten to history, but for the individual who lacks focus: likewise, some of the vision of the past has dimmed to a haze.
It no longer seems the times were defined by what interprets a victory, whether a top-selling album’s reissue with new songs, a recording artist’s return to form, or a novel’s adaptation for film. I suspect, honestly, they weren’t, but my doubts could be daftness in me that has come on with age. I remain unsure.
The times were at least signified by what had been done some dear, favorite pop icons, I think. You will have your own. Thank you for reading.