Toiling,–rejoicing,–sorrowing, Onward through life he goes; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night’s repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought. From Longfellow’s, “The Village Blacksmith” (Photo by Nicolas Hoizey on Unsplash)
Month: August 2018
When it comes to qualities exhibited by the human race, many are admired, such as courage, kindness, and responsibility. And for good reason. Yet there is one that seems less cited, possibly even taken for granted, given its sheer contribution to our collective survival and well-being; that is, the human capacity to produce. It seems obvious to say that everything…