The idea of planting oak trees make me sad.
The first time I thought about it, I looked into it, found out how many years it would be before they produced mast, and decided there would be no point. Looking 20-30 years into the future? Forget it. Either I wouldn't be around, or the family property wouldn't be in the family anymore. I also didn't trust other family members not to cut them down. Really no point to it.
30+ years later I'm thinking "I really should have planted those oak trees." That depresses me. Not so much because there's no oak trees, but because so much time has passed.
Well the family still owns the family property. And I recently bought more property adjacent to it. Now I'm thinking about planting oak trees. Do I want to babysit some trees for the next 10-15 years? Knowing I will never realize any benefit from them, but leaving them more as sort of a legacy, perhaps generations from now someone will enjoy them and talk about a time when there were no oak trees. The realization of my ever shortening time, also depressing.
"But there are times... when suddenly you realize you're nearer the end than the beginning. And you wonder, you ask yourself, what the sum total of your life represents. What difference your being there at any time made to anything - or if it made any difference at all, really."