The following may be little more than a rant,,,,but I wonder where we will be in the coming years?

The growing popularity of things like Twitter and Texting which necessarily limit messages to extremely short blasts could have a detrimental effect on the growth of knowledge and understanding. The great lessons in life cannot always be reduced (dumbed down) to 85 characters or less.

Having been and still somewhat afflicted with a mild form of ADD, I can understand what it means to have a short attention span. Growing up and in school I was much more likely to read the dust jacket of a book than that which lay inside, and in my later educational career was blessed for the invention of "Cliff Notes", both of which allowed me to skirt the work that required focused attention.

But now that I am older, and blessed with the gift of perspective that comes with age, I wonder if there could have been another way to have captured my attention and focused my energy.

Could it be that I am doing little more than engaging in some post-middle-age, regret filled musing or could there be an alternative to the track we are on?

LegacyStories.org and the Living Legacy Project are a possible answer to the fate that awaits our future generations. Perhaps as the frenetic lives of our young begin to mellow with age, and they have time to reflect,,,,and regret,,,,there could still be a way to find those longer form answers to all the questions they never thought to ask.

Life Lessons and Values do matter, but the problem has always been that the time for questions seldom jives with the availabilty of the answers. Like writing notes and tucking them away inside a book to be discovered later,,,by chance, LegacyStories is intended to make those stories of life and of the lessons learned in life easier to find.

The secret to the success of the Living Legacy Project could come to be discovered in that we took the initiative to ASK those questions while the answers were still available.

Today we find ourselves at the proverbial fork in the road, the one so eloquently described below. It is my fervent hope that the efforts of this mission and the work of our Legacy Advisors will prove that we chose the correct path.:

 

Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920.
 
The Road Not Taken
 

 

 
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,  
And sorry I could not travel both  
And be one traveler, long I stood  
And looked down one as far as I could  
To where it bent in the undergrowth;  
 
Then took the other, as just as fair,  
And having perhaps the better claim,  
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;  
Though as for that the passing there  
Had worn them really about the same,  
 
And both that morning equally lay  
In leaves no step had trodden black.  
Oh, I kept the first for another day!  
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,  
I doubted if I should ever come back.  
 
I shall be telling this with a sigh  
Somewhere ages and ages hence:  
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—  
I took the one less traveled by,  
And that has made all the difference.  

 It is my fervent hopeI