Wonderful Life and Organic String Beans

Picture: Earthbound Farm

Regrets?

Lately Richard Branson, a.k.a. Dr. Yes, was being interviewed  and was asked if he had any regrets..
Paraphrasing, taking "creative license", he said basically that he would be a sorry person to not see that he has had anything but a nearly perfect, wonderful life. His advice concerning success said basically, 'Set your dreams further out than you believe you can accomplish and then set about to follow those dreams'.
Sometimes when a challenge is ahead, ducking and running for cover is not a good choice.
Aside from grieving over the elections, debating with loved ones and breaking your heart hearing how they think and knowing, only a little more knowingly beleiving that the older person might simply have the advantage of having lived that much longer and even though this next generation might be very smart; wisdom is not a thing that can be acquired quickly. Wisdom trumps knowledge. Under the best of circumstances, wisdom is always the result of having applied knowledge to real life events and to have failed, succeeded, learned or regrettably not learned something by the value of having actually "lived" the experience. Thinking about it is not living it. Living involves all of the senses.
And even though it might not be possible to manage to communicate those experiences in a way that another can get the same perspective or at least the essence of the minutia of detail that that particular living had produced...

Speaking of producing, how does Capital produce except that real people actually produce a real thing.
Can it be said that capital actually can produce if just left to itself.
Maybe like the money "reproducing" overnight in the bank vault in the old movie "It's a Wonderful Life", in the scene where George and his bank family danced to the vault, the one dollar they had left after satisfying the requirements to keep his bank open even in the face of the run.

What the story goes on to try to show us is that it the sharing of life, the sharing of profit, the sharing of hardship, the sharing and caring of each others' dreams and hopes is what is at the heart of humanity, civilization and of bothering to be alive.

The meaning of life and money.

Is Capitalism using each others money and investing? It is ever okay for Capitalism to abuse?

If a CEO takes a bazillion dollar bonus, is it because he is so smart, educated, hardworking, industrious, or clever enough to find a way to take more than his fair share, and what is his fair share, and what is the fair share of the workers who are so lazy to not be smarter?

Wonderful Life.
Dragonflies chasing her when she was a little girl on a bicycle. Climbing trees and running the neighborhood, fearless. Growing up living life. Hardships, anxieties, fears of not being good enough, smart enough, industrious enough to, to, to....

Survive.

It is just a Wonderful Life even if one can only Survive!
And hopefully with some fresh, organic string beans, not canned.

They Were "Little Women"

Until the little boy was born, they had thought of themselves as Little Women.
For many years, it had just been the girls, doing their best to thrive.

The first baby of the baby was a girl, but she was more like a sister to the sisters that were the Little Women. Her mother was nineteen when she was born and it was another twelve years later that the little boy was born.
The boy helped rescue his Grand Momma from a five year, disturbingly long clinical depression.
Finally a boy, the Grand Momma's dream had come true.
Not that she didn't like her girls, but "It's a man's world", she'd say. "It's a lot easier for a boy."
Ms. SpoolTeacher didn't ever wish she had been a boy. She thought it was actually much harder to be a boy.
Oh, sure. Doors open easier in corporations for boys, but only if they are six feet tall and two hundred pounds and white...and in the end, she realized that she would never be able to fulfill her dreams in the middle of a corporation or clamoring/clawing her way up the ladder just to bump her head on the glass ceiling anyway.
Boys can't cry, and Little Ms. SpoolTeacher needed to cry a lot when life got hard, which it did quite a bit back then. But she mostly cried to herself, in her room, under her breath...
Can you imagine a boy crying because he didn't get the job at the corporation because he was only five foot eleven and three quarters!
Boys can't cry!
Oh yes they can, and real boys cry. And if their mother's stop them or their father's call them girls because they cry, then these parents aren't real parents! What's wrong with being a girl?

Girls just want to have fun!
Maybe boys do too.

It's a good thing there are both or there wouldn't be either, ha!
Not without a whole lot of "spare" ribs!
Thank GOD for the boys!