Our Quality of Life

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Where Sipping On The Fine Wine Of Life Is The Drink Of Choice.

Welcome, wanderer to our humble abode. We are happy your journey has brought you to us. Why quality of life? Why this concept?

Quality of Life is a very personal concept.  One I have thought about for a while. It covers the multitude of influences time and place has offered in one’s life.  What quality might be important to one might be less important to another.  It is a subjective concept and yet one we seldom sit back and reflect on.

 

 

Well not today and with this in mind, I will offer some thoughts on a variety of subjects and we can travel together on many roads and wander off them if we so desire in our search for understanding the importance of Our Quality of Life.

 

So, relax, get a cup of coffee, tea, or any beverage that suits your taste, and sit back and let me offer you a little food for thought and maybe a little inspiration along the way.

The Paths We Take

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When one steps out into the world on their own some are fortunate to have established a blueprint to which they adhere to. Some have no clue and seek the security of a simple life. Then others seek what life has to offer with voracious enthusiasm, a carefree exuberance of what will be will be. I guess the latter would describe my journey. A description of my path may be offered in future writings but just as a hint when most may make business or career moves might be three or four in one’s life, I at last count made about sixty.
A poem that always gave me inspiration and one of my favorites and I am sure it is for many of you is Robert Frost’s The Road Not Taken. My interpretation of his work strikes a chord in my emotional soul. I hope you have had life’s opportunities this poem expresses to Quality of Life.

The Road Not Taken
BY ROBERT FROST
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

 

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

 

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

 

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.