A strange sensation.

Why is it that I don’t feel right?  Without really defining how I feel. It’s a strange sensation. Not knowing whether I am well. Or not well. I feel like myself. And not myself. All at the same time. Maybe it’s because I’m getting older. Changing all the time.  I’m not the same being. That I used to be. I’m able to compare. Who I am now. With who I used to be. Physically. Mentally. Emotionally. Is that the problem? Or am I merely imagining. That it’s a problem. Because I’m trying to figure out. An ongoing change in life. Like passing out of adolescents or middle age. Into still another age. To be experienced. Grasped. In the very midst of transition.  Here I am. Facing another human dilemma. Without being able to fully describe it. That’s why I’m up. At 3-something in the morning. Coping. With whatever is happening. Internally. Externally. Every which way. Do I sound confused? Am I right? In calling it a strange sensation. --Jim Broede