doing a job well, being responsible for your actions and words, doing the best you can in school, making sure your children are fed, clothed, housed and taught respect and responsibility and further, to hope, dream and work hard to reach their goals,
How do you go through life with no sense of joy or adventure, like lumps on a log? How do you get up and get going? How can you not be inspired by beauty in a sunset or stars or a blooming fruit tree, or even just the old stones in a cemetery marking lives lived. When you come to the end of your days here, will anyone miss you or remark on your life and how well-lived it was?
And who doesn’t love the whoop of joy heard round the world when the morning news says school is cancelled due to snow?