Come What May...: Picking a Career

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Picking a Career

Rinar took the boys to a baptism today. As they were driving there, an interesting conversation ensued...

Zach: Dad, how many jobs can someone have and still make it home for dinner everyday?

Rinar: One

Zach: Darn, because I want to be an astronaut, inventor, doctor, and a chef.

Raef: Zach, you definitely won't be home for dinner if you are an astronaut. You'll be in space for months!

1 comment:

Hoku said...: HAHA! Seriously, I'm pretty sure Zach COULD be all those things with all of his ambition... but he'd certainly miss dinner with his family. Very cute.; December 6, 2011 at 12:21 PM

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Psalm of Life

TELL me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream ! —
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real ! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal ;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way ;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle !
Be a hero in the strife !
Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant !
Let the dead Past bury its dead !
Act,— act in the living Present !
Heart within, and God o'erhead !
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time ;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate ;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
-Henry Wordsworth Longfellow