Saturday, June 7, 2014
My option.
Looking 20 years ahead. Imagining the
good life. But not necessarily on Planet Earth. When I was 40 – 60
seemed attainable. Though a little bit over the proverbial hill. Now here
I am. Nearing 80.
I love it. Growing older and older. Often qualifying as the oldest guy in
the room. Yet, aging really doesn’t bother
me. Because I’m learning to live. One day at a time. Not getting too far ahead of
myself. That’s good. Savoring
every precious moment. Today. Now. I’ll live tomorrow. Only when
tomorrow becomes now. Same goes for next week,
next month, next year. No need to worry. About the prospect of not being
around. Too busy for that nonsense. Have far better things to do. Like
writing these words. Thinking a thought. Reminding myself. I’m
alive. And conscious. In a very real moment. And then, the next. An
everlasting now. A past always gone. The future
never arrives. Only now. That's all there is. Wonderful. Don't need
more. No complaints. As long as I have a now. Forever. Or for as long as
I want. My option. –Jim Broede
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