As Irina says, "Very motivational." I'm struck with the realization that I never knew what my dad's true dreams and motivations and ambitions were in life. He died at 54, from lung cancer, when I was 22. I never thought to ask him, sadly, not even on his death-bed.
That generation, the children of The Depression, the children of the mindset of the life-long job and stability and the white picket fence and doing what society expected of them and retirement and The Gold Watch, surely must have sacrificed many personal soul/heart dreams, but at the same time, accomplished so much.
They raised us, and were instrumental in who we are today. And who we are today are the ones charged with the course correction, the new dreamers dreaming a new, sustainable dream for humanity, of making the world a better and more moral and just place, and returning the planet to the healthy vital verdant gorgeous organism of interdependent finely tuned life giving life affirming systems that she once was. We can do it. We just have to put our souls to it.