Time will pass. The things we worry about will pass. Some of the things we want desperately will come our way, and some will not. Things we aren’t worrying about will blindside us and leave us temporarily devastated, this too will pass. The good is never as good as we imagine, and the bad is never as bad as we fear. Our health may hold, it may not. We may have 50 years ahead of us, we may cease to exist before the day closes. We have to make decisions we can live with, whether others understand them or not. Let one of these decisions be to buy the good whiskey. Trust me, there is a difference. When your days are gone, know you’ve helped others…but also done a few things for yourself.
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Life means something different at 48 years of age than it did just a few short years ago. I’ve started to ponder more frequently what the next years will look like. I’ve developed a sense of safety and routine in my little box. I do things that many would be terrified to do, but they no longer terrify me. I see things that once looked boring to me, they no longer look boring. I’m pretty sure I can find a way to enjoy the rest of my years in this box if I need to….but if I do, am I alive or am I dead? Or am I neither?