tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25407346.post-19166642577986101202008-07-02T06:46:00.005-05:002008-07-02T06:59:26.242-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Still Looking</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SGtqrghPVhI/AAAAAAAAB8A/E-jAZ6phVLs/s1600-h/pathway.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SGtqrghPVhI/AAAAAAAAB8A/E-jAZ6phVLs/s400/pathway.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218381888935122450" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Am I on the right path (he asks himself)? All those years, all those activities and all those things I've done...and I'm still looking. Not to turn this into a meaning-of-life-piece, but I do often muse on whether or not we aren't here for a purpose and whether or not each of us has a specific duty to perform. If that happens to be the case, I am haunted by what that purpose might be, at least for me.<br /><br />That, in turn, raises the question, <span style="font-style: italic;">Have I been doing what I am supposed to be doing</span>? <span style="font-style: italic;">Am I done doing it and just waiting to kick off? Have I done A and supposed to be working on B? Will I ever know the answers to any of these questions? </span>Likely not.<br /><br />Maybe following the golden rule and doing good and unrewarded deeds is enough with which to get by. Actually, if we all just did those two things this would be a hell of a better place...and less of a hell.<br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SGtsTsguyYI/AAAAAAAAB8I/7zbQx9JTYYU/s1600-h/flower1.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SGtsTsguyYI/AAAAAAAAB8I/7zbQx9JTYYU/s400/flower1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218383678860609922" border="0" /></a>Anyway, I will still stop to smell whatever those flowers are and get a good paddle in now and then.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SGttHxHkUfI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/YyKmdJBBhtE/s1600-h/even-kayakers-rest.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SGttHxHkUfI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/YyKmdJBBhtE/s400/even-kayakers-rest.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218384573450441202" border="0" /></a>Besides, it's time to turn attention to the upcoming trip with the symposium and camping and, maybe, a few more good deeds.<br /><br />Paddle safe...<br />DS<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25407346-1916664257798610120?l=silbs.blogspot.com'/></div>Silbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12561606347525787459noreply@blogger.com3