The truth is, part of me is every age. I delight in being a child when it’s appropriate to be a child. I delight in being a wise old man when it’s appropriate to be a wise old man. Think of all I can be! I am every age, up to my own. – Morrie Schwartz
Imagine you are a little boy trapped in an old man’s body.
And your government – your monthly income and your annual eye exam – has been taken over by Very Bad People, who don’t care if you live or die. Indeed, in your case, the latter’s preferable.
Imagine you are a little boy in a rapidly changing world and you have a lot of questions.
You are looking at the new year out of the corner of your good eye, the one with the twinkle still, squinting maybe, what do you do? How do you behave?
And does it even really matter, whatever you do do?
What the hell?
Thing they don’t tell you about all those years spent building up your cardiovascular system, when everything else breaks down, the engine just keeps humming along. Your wheels are falling off and the computer is increasingly glitchy. Normally, they’d fix your chassis, but what’s the point really?
You ask yourself that, what’s the point really?
Already past your expiration date. Five years ago, internist called you ‘fragile.’
Face it, by the looks of things, IF you’re lucky, you are going to end up like a taller version of Stephen Hawking and even he died eventually.
Don’t make me laugh.
And don’t kid yourself. You are not going to give up.
Think of all the brilliant moments, think of all the good times. Yet to be had.
Think forward. What age are you really?
Literally – and unlike so many, you know what that means – you never imagined living this long. So, now what?
And do you even get to decide? To biopsy or not to biopsy?
Put your good ear to the ground; what do you hear?
"You start dying slowly… if you do not travel,… if you do not read,… If you do not listen to the sounds of life,… If you do not appreciate yourself….You start dying slowly… When you kill your self-esteem;… When you do not let others help you….You start dying slowly… If you become a slave of your habits,… Walking everyday on the same paths… If you do not change your routine, If you do not wear different colours Or you do not speak to those you don’t know.You start dying slowly If you avoid to feel passion…. And their turbulent emotions; Those which make your eyes glisten… ….. And your heart beat fast.You start dying slowly If you do not change your life when you are not satisfied with your job, or with your love, If you do not risk what is safe for the uncertain, If you do not go after a dream, If you do not allow yourself, At least once in your lifetime, To run away from sensible advice…~ Pablo Neruda
To be completely honest, I always look both ways before crossing the street.
Even if it’s a one-way.
Choose your uncertain carefully.
Or don’t.