Up to my dying day.

My difficulty. Is in adapting. To an ever-changing world. At age 83. How does one go about it? Do I have to change? In significant ways? Or can I keep going? Like always? A square peg. Trying to fit in a round hole. Am I allowed to create my own world? And ignore much of what’s going on? If I were younger, it would be easier to adapt to the modern world. As it is. I’m tempted to withdraw. More and more. Into my self-made cocoon. Ignoring the outside world. I can do that. With the gift of writing. Every day. I am doing that now. Morning. Noon. And night. Musing about life. My life. Turning inward. Yes. Yes. A spiritual free-thinker. A romantic idealist. A political liberal. A lover. A dreamer. With the ability to express myself. In writing.  Up to my dying day. --Jim Broede