People in charge of own destinies

“Ours is not to wonder why, ours is but to do and to die.”

This, a quote from Alfred Lord Tennyson’s “Charge of the Light Brigade,” scarcely describes the attitude of entirely too many people today.

According to a recent E-poll (admittedly, a view which may be slanted), the attitude characterizing many U.S. citizens currently might be described as “Ours is not to reason why, ours is but to whine and cry.”

Ha ha. Well, I don’t blame you for not laughing. Even if my quote is original, (which I doubt) it isn’t that funny.

We do not, according to the article I read, present a happy front to the world, or to one another.

w A high percentage are unhappy with their marriages. (Have those folks asked their spouses how they feel about the union?)

w A high percentage are unhappy with their jobs or careers. (What is your boss’s opinion of you?)

w A high percentage are feeling as if their lives are going nowhere. (Hey, exactly who is in charge of this sailboat, anyway? Are you waiting for someone else to change the course of your life?)

Yes, you might have noticed in my paraphrase, that I switched the word “wonder” to the word “reason.”

Reason, of course, implies that you are using that thing God put between your ears to work out and problem solve.

Like the nowhere question, to which the solution lies, not in some Merlin transforming your path, but in you taking charge of it.

Problem is, it may take some time and planning. Whether it is job, marital dynamics, income, or entire future path that one wishes to change, it will probably not happen overnight, and it will probably take some time and thinking through — critical thinking, creative thinking, thinking outside the box.

My grandson was just given a week long opportunity to be a part of a day camp for elementary children where the focus was on creative problem solving and thinking in an original manner.

What a great idea. Though most of the issues were technology focused, the skills will hopefully impact life.

As Don Henley once sang, All your fussin’ and awhinin” and agripin’ and acryin’ — get over it!”