This is what I wish.

This is what I wish.

Father’s Day 2021 and I am thinking about my son and what the world will be like when he is a father. I wish for a better world than the one we have now. I wish for a world more like what I had when I grew up in the 60’s and 70’s. Before the internet. Before on-line video games. Before political correctness. And before the new world order.

How I wish my grandsons or granddaughters, when they arrive in this world, could be free to roam the forests and the fields of my youth. How I hope they will not be tethered to a smart phone or app, regardless of the supposed benefits society says they confirm. Oh, to see them scrambling in a clean river or running through a meadow of wildflowers. This will make my heart sing. This is what I live for. This is what I efforted to give my son, to imbue him with the value of our natural world over the unnatural one. Time will tell.

When I think on our present worldly circumstances that our children and grandchildren endure, my heart does not sing. It rages. Rages for the sheer stupidity of so many “experts” proclaiming what is good for us and our children. Good for society. Good for the soul. My heart rages with a passion. A passion that I will not let anyone extinguish-my ability, or any of my descendant’s abilities, to sing out from their hearts content.

My heart drives my actions now, more than ever. It has been a long road to get to this point. And pointed it is. There is no other path, no other choice to be made. That choice was made long-ago when I first looked into my son’s eyes for the first time.

Father’s Day 2021 and I remake this promise, as a gift to my son, and to all the sons and daughters on this planet, and most importantly to myself. I will do everything I am able, anytime I am able, to create a world for my family and my friends that allows and encourages them to sing out with all their hearts.

This makes my heart burst with joy and truly makes for a happy Father’s Day. This I wish on all who read this. This I know can come to pass.

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