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| the good ole days…. |
the day starts, the day ends. we are focused on so little, getting our kids off to school, making our jobs go a certain way, making it home for dinner. clean clothes, three meals, brush the teeth. these are all of importance. then there is the others, our friends who we are competing against, and ourselves of yesterday. this is tough as we age, physically we tend to get tired earlier, we ache in different places so it is hard to feel better then we did yesterday or a year early. we can feel richer, but taken into account inflation and the fact our cost have simply risen with higher health care and other factors, we rarely are richer.
there are other races going on. our families, their health and their happiness, our sex lives and the evolution of our spirituality are all important for us. fail at some, exceed at others. paint peeling off, our cars no longer new, mortgages and insurance with phone bills and cable subscriptions coming in month to month. feeding the mind, our books pile up, newspaper clippings filling at rarely viewed binders. rolodexes of people and restaurants we have met, class reunions and anniversaries. kids birthday parties and funerals.
then their is the me time. peace and quiet, walking while the leaves blow or sitting in a corner cafe watching people rush about their day. internet searches and enquiries into the random or the obscene. spicy foods and salad bars, clothing to pick out and letters to write. the sun rises and sets, waves continually coming into the shore. the tree falls, the wall cracks, neither to the acknowledgement of anyone but you. and only that once. such are the collective snowflakes our lives truly are.