Happy Sunday, all!
I have survived another birthday. Thanks to you for sharing it with me!
I am now three-quarters of a century old.
I sometimes feel three-quarters of a century old.
I have lately pondered whether I would do it all again. Perhaps, if I knew what I "know" about life (not particulars, but what to look out for and what to avoid) it might be worth doing again. That sentiment is based on being 21 again, which would take me back to 1969.
If there were a pill, a shot or a procedure that would youthen me in the present, I don't think I'd want to bother. It is one thing to be my current age and unable to relate to much of what younger people are now doing/enjoying. It is quite another to have the values I have developed and to find no one else remotely aware of those values.
Ah, me. Perhaps this "cycle" of life business is for the best. I can think of nothing more tragic than anyone actually being immortal, living on earth as things change and having people come into your life and then die.
Never mind. This is me "belaboring" the Labor Day weekend.