… every age has its long tiresome journey. Sometimes it is an endless lurching over miles of dry grass and sunflowers, and the breaking of raw prairie sod. And sometimes it is an endless fighting for the peace and comfort of fellow men.
– Bess Streeter Aldrich, A White Bird Flying
I stopped to ponder that quote as I read it over and over to myself. It takes time for me to process words. What I kept running through my mind was the beginning.
… every age has its long tiresome journey.
From one generation to the next, life, with all of its advances, doesn’t necessarily make it easier, does it?