The daily star-mirror. (Moscow, Idaho) 1911-1939, 1922-07-27
DAILY THOUGHTS
The Calendar of Life
By R. L. H.


fies what that man is and has been
The calendar is composed Of
months, weeks, days and hours, sc
is mans life, whether he live to be
fifty or ninety.
some common, some memorable and
others exceptional in the events that
have transpired and that are daily
Transporting. So is the calendar of a
mans life filled with commonplace,
memorable and exceptional episodes
of far reaching effect.
There are days when life appears
rather drear and desolate and there
the depths of the most profound
happiness and contentment.
A man may get up in the morning
with the feeling that that day holds
only the routine duties and tasks of
monition of something startling and
find that bunch, as it were, fulfilled.
! Each day contributes it's experience
to the sum total of life whether it be
ordinary or unusual. Like the days
Of the calendar year, each day of
lifes calendar is absolutely necessary
in the fulfillment of ones life.
In the calendar of life, as in the
calendar of the year, there are out
standing landmarks which loom up
in retrospection One is unable to
forecast what will occur in the future
days and years but looking backward
he can plainly see what has been of
momentus Importance to him.
These landmarks stand out in his
life with just as much import as do
our national memorial and anniversary
occasions.
The memorable days OF each per-
sons life are vibrating with memoir
les OF the things that used to exist
for him but now are not Poignant
sorrows, sweet remembrances, lofty |
unrealized aspirations, these are the
things of youth that mark the calen-
dar of lifes memorial day.
Birthdays of love, ideals and am
billions are milestOnes in ones career,
be he wealthy or poor, king or paup-
err. These natal days are just as full
Of tender membranes as any of the
of national or international
figures.
Then there are the days Of celebra-
ton in the calendar of a mans life
when he exults and glories in con-
quests made, in ambitions realized.
Life is a continual conquest over the
Tally problems one meets and victory
lust as naturally brings the joyous
exultation as the morning brings
'orth the warm sunshine into mans
world after the chill of night.
Chill perjury, affluence affect the K
,cstacies of emotions felt as one
ooks back over the memorial, natal {
md celebrated days of his life, only
n degree The rich, those deemed {
uccessful in life, may have more of /
he worlds goods, but the landmarks I
f bygone days are no more intense |
n their lives than in the lives of the {
ess fortunate individual. II
The young man gives little thought \
o the calendar of his life. It's man \
old meanings have not yet been
worked out. He is interested in the
uture. He has chosen star of sue
ess for his goal and has hitched his
yagon to the airplane of progress.
Ie has the world to conquer.
But the venerated aged How they
etrospect and rejoice over what the
alendar of life has written upon their
in letters of shining gold.
The young man dreams of what is
) be. the grandfather dreams of
hat has been The calendar of the
ne is in the making; the other fully
For the many of us the calendar
{ life is just being worked out What
shall hold dear to mind in later
ears depends on what we are doing
wv. 1t can be full of sorrowful
emorial occasions or it may be full =
celebrations of guerdons won.
True, we cannot forsee the future
Tvs, months or years of this calen-
r.. But we can bend our every eff
TT towards building our lives To
e in advance what the day brings
nth would be to kill all interest in
e day. But to strive earnestly each
", making for future observances
birthdays Of ideals, aspirations and
nbitions, that is what will enrich
e calendar of our lives and change
oh day from a demon of despair to
angel Of hope and love.
The calendar of ones life IS i'm
ortal, but even immortalities are
metimes full of bitter reflections.
matters not the station one holds
life if on his tombstone may be
iseled the eternal words:
erhaps in this neglected spot is laid
Some heart once pregnant with
celestion tire;
nds that throb of empire might
have swayed
Or walked to ecstay, the living
life"