That Place Still Exists

"But that was a different time."

"That's all changed now."

"None of it's there anymore."

"There's nothing left there now."

Those are comments I'm sure we've all heard many a time.

They are spoken with a tone of remorse, sadness.

Usually what preceeds it is a wonderful memory of an instance

or event that is fondly recalled and with a grin or smile

which softens the face of the speaker.

The eyes sparkle with the reflection of the film that plays in the minds eye.

And the tone of voice is rejouvenated and is pitched 

in accordance with the event be it exciting or severe.

Once the tale is spun full length, it's snuffed out

by one of the phrases above.

Peculiar as it might seem, 

those recounted scenes are still alive and present.

Contrary to what is usually hurled at us as the current state,

there are still good folks out there,

funny folks out there,

hard-working folks out there,

and kind and generous folks out there.

Out where you might ask~

Well, there's this door. . . 

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There's something I've said so many times over the years I've lost count.

"Whatever you look for, that's what you'll find."

Rather than taking what is being hurled at you,

maybe look for your own truth.

There's a place where a door is held open.

There's a place where people are smiling and friendly.

There's a place where a hand is offered,

where "Thank you," is said,

where a load is bared,

where a compliment is paid,

where a "Good Morning," is heard.

There is a certain kind of gravity that pulls folks 

to one who is in tune with such occurrences.

There will always be someone who will fill in the role as sour grapes.

It's pretty seldom that anyone gravitates towards them.

Most folks still appreciate kindness, and 

there are still plenty of baby boomers and generations

sandwiching them on either side who know how it was before,

who've been there.
There is as much work to do now as ever there was.
And believe it or not, folks who are willing
though their experience might be lacking.
We take them by the hand and show them, not shame them.
Yes, the wheel of time continues to roll forth.
That is a given.
Isn't it a comfort to be able to count on such a thing?
We can look back and reminisce and on the very same reel 
is a projection of what's yet to come.
If we have any part to play,
why wouldn't we choose the better ending.
If we can share and create value,
shouldn't we?
We have the ability to make that change,
to bring it back, or
to keep it here where it belongs.
We don't need to turn back time after all,
because that place still exists.
I hear you asking again,
"Where?"

Well, that door above~
It's the door to my home.
Is it the door to yours too?