Caption: Annmarie Throckmorton hiking at River Bluff Missouri, age 55
An inner voice tells me that when I was born, as is every scrap of life onto this earth, I was intended to be a happy, healthy, most magnificently performing form of life. This is the dream of my life, the reality is that I am flawed and merely persevering. Nothing monumental has been achieved. I have not yet . . .
I continue steadfastly, breath-after-breath, thought-after-thought, step-after-step. My life dream goes on despite cruel, painful encumbrances, heart-crushing disappointments, soul-smashing discouragements, the eroding mundane. Still I leap the barricades, I skip the stumbling blocks, I challenge the obstacles. I continue to dream my life with surprising joy. I maintain my purpose. I know myself to be this steady élan vital. I am a vital impetus, a vital force.
Why is this?