If a man does not keep pace…..

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“If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.”

Henry David Thoreau
That started it all.   Where did I find that?  There was no internet, I didn’t own a lot of books.  I was looking at the photos on Randy White’s website last night and he has visited Walden Pond and Thoreau’s grave.  I can’t put my hands on my ‘do or die’ list at the moment, which annoys me, but following Thoreau’s footsteps is on it.

I was 14 or 15 years old when I wrote that quote in a marble notebook (that I can’t put my hands on either, although I kept it when it was soaked in a fire, but not burned) and then I searched everywhere for more.  I’m sure I quickly discovered Emerson as well, and the rest is history, at least in my life.

I would never have known that I was destined to ALWAYS hear a different drummer.  The question is:  were my children destined to hear a different drummer as well or did I influence what they heard and how they heard it?

LiveJournal Comments:

vjj97     Submitted on 2009/03/10 at 12:35 pm

First, the last time I saw that notebook, it was in the treasure chest. Second, I think we were all destined to hear our own drummers. You influenced a lot about us, but I don’t think anyone can control or influence the beat another hears. And we all hear our own drummer, separate from the others, separate from yours. You just encouraged us to listen when some mothers wouldn’t have. And so you got us, instead of sweet, biddable children. Weren’t you lucky.

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