Very few people know how to live. With the majority, life is
a bare existence, colorless and sodden. With strange perversity they choose the
grub state and remain in it, when they might, if they would, have wings and
enter upon joys unnumbered.
Bound to the earth by self imposed burdens, encumbered by
cares and worries for which they have no one to blame but themselves, they rail
at Providence or fate because of the emptiness of their lives. It is a sad condition
to which they thus bring themselves, and to the onlooker it is hard to say
which they deserve more, blame or pity.
How tame and empty is the life of most country people! What
wretched houses some of them live in, and how utterly devoid of all pleasure
are the women folk of those homes! None of them knows anything about the
fullness or sweetness of life. These are to be pitied, but their husbands and
fathers are to be blamed. When is the good of money if it is not used to make
life comfortable and pleasant? Why should a man starve his soul and the souls
of his wife and children for the sake of riches?
Why postpone to the future what ought to be done today? The
time will come when this grubbing for money for mere money’s sake will be seen
to have been a dreadful blunder. The children raised up in ignorance and under
conditions without a single refining influence, the wife old and spent or dead
because of overwork, what then will one’s money be worth? The soul of all have
been starved for lack of beauty, the appreciation of which the wealth of the
world cannot now give. This is a beautiful planet on which we live, but only a
few of us know it, because we have never been trained to look for its beauties.
Our lives are pitched on a low plane, and with the most of us our life is that
of the ox or the ass.—Farmers Union Sun.
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