Have you ever observed all those aggregations of
un-dissolved embodiments of organic wrinkled creepy
creatures (us old farts), flex and putter around acting as
though we are up to something important, and praying like
hell that no one notices we don’t know what we are doing? We
are usually those bi-podals who have labored, drudged,
sweat, strained, stretched, struggled, and merited some
serious tranquility in our lives.
However, those of us crammed intro that pigeonhole,
and those of the younger persuasion, don’t normally
recognize that we still need to feel wanted and essential to
our families in one way or another. Almost every one of us
folks in the “prime” persuasion, if not physically capable,
are full of wisdom, jokes, stories, history, ideas,
shortcuts, and lots of knowledge in numerous fields of
endeavors. We “oldsters” may be able to offer a whole new
outlook on life, a new way to solve a problem, or where to
go to finds the answers, or even a less costly way ....or
just tell you where to go.
If you happen to be one off those youthful apods, I do
not wish to be the bearer of disturbing news who is going to
burst your bubble of existing forever, but you may want to
reflect on the following: If you’re 20 years young, and live
to be 60, one-third of your life is gone, over, void, and
missing in action - never to return! If you’re 30, it’s
already half over! And if you really desire to be smacked
upside the head by reality, consider that you’ll sleep about
one-third of that away...and that is not the end of it>>>one
third of what is left, you will work away.
If that bit of jargon jounced your judgment of your
future plans, you’re quite lucky, for the autumn years will
dawn in your life when some beautiful young lady you’re (if
you are a male) trying to impress, suddenly shoves your ego
right down the waste tube with something akin to “Wow;
you’re sure in good shape-for your age!” At that point, we
may wish to take a much closer look at that individual in
the mirror of reality - and pray it’s not full-length!
“The distinction between past, present, and future is
only an illusion, however persistent” (Albert Einstein).
The future of our air-inhaling anatomies is definitely not an
illusion - it’s going to happen, for that is it’s forever
persistent destiny.
However, as we are fortunate to live our lives in the
intellectual faculties of our consciousness, we have the
opportunity to stroll into our autumn years gracefully. If
at all possible, remember only the precious and beautiful
memories, accumulate many new ones, and allow the others to
just flow through our minds as wisps of clouds in a fog. As
long as we keep striving persistently, we cannot fail!
Sometime in the very distant future, someone will “suit
me up”, place my happy self and the creepy things inside me
into a bone box, let everyone take a final look, tell
everyone what a sweet, holy, innocent, pure, naive, and all
around nice guy I was, throw my leftovers into a chasm in
the ground somewhere in a field full of other cadavers,
where horde’s of other creepy things will dine on me.
All walking, talking, thinking, non-thinking,
revolutionized, plasma-filled, animated biological
substances (us again), will ultimately have to come to terms
with our human mortality. Even though my calculated future
schemes also include living forever, my decision to “cover
all the bases”, was, in the long run, more than likely a
wise one.
Determining an epitaph for my tombstone was neither
effortless nor comfortable...in fact, it was quite an
elaborate, serious, and time-consuming undertaking - I did
not wish to be flippant about it! It had to be short, to the
point, thoughtful, enlightening, profound, fulfilling, and
very descriptive of my life’s momentous quest.
Therefore, after studying tomes of informative materials at the
library, and scrutinizing a large dictionary, and my immense
thesaurus from front to back, I visited a local university
and consulted with those of brilliant minds. Then I hauled
my happy bunnies about 100 miles into the dense forests of
the countryside, and spent several weeks of meditation
remunerating on my mortal breath of existence. At last,
being completely exhausted, but a better man for the
experience, I finally settled on the very impressive
question: “What the heck was that all about?”
We are born, we play, we dance, we are educated, we
sing, we get married, we procreate, we work, some of us
think, and we age. Being copycats, and not knowing any
better, the younger generations go through the same
experience - and so it goes! Ultimately, professor “time”
says it’s time to go - some refer to it as death!
Personally, I prefer to refer to it as motivating through an
ebony subway, emerging in another new dimension, boarding my
new-fangled starship christened “Imaginative Curiosity”, and
figuring out what the hell this new space is all about - so
I can tell all my new friends and neighbors “Yep, I’m doing
that.”
Conceding that it’s never easy to leave loved-ones
behind, for that’s the way it is in this universe, doesn’t
imply we must give credence to the fabricated myth of an
infernal inferno...that’s a lot of elephant excretion! If
there exists an “all-loving” god, then our “god-given” logic
states that he/she is incapable of creating a hell - only
various levels of heaven.
Plus, as with everything else, there is an indisputable
positive to confronting any fears we may experience with
leaving this world - it’s a scientific fact, and is referred
to as “time dilation”.
If you wish a complete descriptive
description, please visit your local free library, and enjoy
a book on “time”.... it’s well worth the time! For our
purpose here, it basically means everyone’s time is
distinct.
It’s very conceivable that “time” at the other end
of the “tunnel” is slower than ours, and therefore, we will
not only be re-introduced to those whom have gone before us,
but may be quite startled to see those we left behind in a
few days or weeks of our new “time”. Naturally, none of us
can quarantee that’s how it operates, but it’s how I’m going
to evermore perceive it |
