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Free people make rules
Scotty 2022-03-23 09:01:56
When I was young, I felt very unfree. I was always under the control of adults. I couldn’t run around. I longed to grow up and get rid of these constraints. There are new rules, but the heart that longs for freedom cannot be locked, and no one thinks those rules are worth obeying, building your own cider house, doing what you love, chasing childhood dreams, feeling that the world is big and nothing impossible. The rules have become waste paper, and life is left to us, to live, to make mistakes, to fall, to win, and to create new life in life.
Extended Reading
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Fuzzy: Is your father dead?
Dr. Wilbur Larch: Cirrhosis. It's a disease of the liver.
Fuzzy: What, a liver killed him?
Dr. Wilbur Larch: No, alcohol killed him. He drank himself to death.
Fuzzy: But did you know him?
Dr. Wilbur Larch: Barely. But it hardly mattered that I knew him.
Fuzzy: Did you know your mother better?
Dr. Wilbur Larch: Mm-hmm. She's dead now too. She was a nanny.
Fuzzy: What's a nanny do?
Dr. Wilbur Larch: She looks after other people's children.
Fuzzy: Did she grow up around here?
Dr. Wilbur Larch: No. She was an immigrant.
Fuzzy: What's an immigrant?
Dr. Wilbur Larch: Someone not from Maine.
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Homer Wells: I was wondering if you could give me a ride.
Wally Worthington: Sure. I'd be glad to. A ride where?
Homer Wells: Where you going?
Wally Worthington: We're heading back to Cape Kenneth.
Homer Wells: Cape Kenneth? That sounds fine.