tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24128134843513983832011-07-07T21:41:15.158-07:00ednoreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2412813484351398383.post-55467272278267494442008-06-01T17:49:00.000-07:002008-06-01T18:05:39.449-07:00as each day passes, it seems as if the momentum slowly builds. our lives change more and more. faster and faster. and sometimes i wonder if there's anything we can do to slow it down. to slow the harried pace down to something more manageable, something that doesn't stress my soul so much. there are many times when i sit and think about what life must have been like in the 1800s, when the head of a household 's main concern was food and shelter. in that respect things have not changed much. but the things we do to achieve that has. and the resources that we use to do this are slowly being used up. slowly disappearing. and each day there are more people brought into this world to join the struggle for food and shelter.<br /><br />when i was a child, in the 1960s (before my teens), life was so much simpler. i could walk or ride my bike to elementary school. we would hang out with the neighbor kids and sometimes my mom wouldn't see me for hours. i'm not sure that happens anymore, except maybe in some small towns away from big cities. there were good wholesome shows on tv. i still long for those days. they were wonderful.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2412813484351398383-5546727227826749444?l=emalt3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ednoreply@blogger.com0