Let us plant dates even though those who plant them will never see them. We must live by the love of what we will never see. This is the secret discipline. It is a refusal to let the creative act be dissolved away in immediate sense experience, and a stubborn commitment to the future of our grandchildren. Such disciplined love is what has given prophets, revolutionaries, and saints the courage to die for the future they envisaged. They make their own bodies the seed of their own highest hope.
– Rubem Alves, Tomorrow’s Child, quoted by Don Goergen, OP
These may not be date seeds, but let us be grateful for the milkweed, so that we may enjoy the Monarch Butterfly.
I wonder if gratefulness is the bridge from sorrow to joy, spanning the chasm of our anxious striving. Freed from the burden of unbridled desires, we can enjoy what we have, celebrate what we’ve attained, and appreciate the familiar. For if we can’t be happy now, we’ll likely not be happy when.
– Philip Gulley, Porch Talk