"Surfing the Existential Age Waves"
As we reach the evening of our life, we find ourselves with more free time on our hands to reminisce and self reflect on our life... like watching an old movie in rewind. We amuse ourselves with memories of our youth....and even smirk at yesterday’s mistakes and indiscretions...appreciating the happiness they now render us in our later days..... Now far removed from their consequences by time. Our evening of life comes complete with those Age Waves that touch the shores of our once youthful past....and break with more frequency. Each Age Wave hits us with a new ach...pain...soreness....and a new diagnosis to deal with. Along with doctor’s feeding us more medications than we can remember to take. Yes another wrinkle here....another there...and of course all those grey hairs. We do complain with much despair about our loss of youth...but find some consolation in appreciating we have made it this far ...in light of the gauntlet of the trials and tribulations we endured along life’s path.
If we are true to ourselves we must not spend our evening in a state of regrets...or what if’s...our present self defines us.... and are fortunate and blessed will look upon our rewind of life ... Personally I would conclude...if I could do it all over...I would not change a thing. We have lived our destiny ...even if by fiat... chance... luck...or a structured vision. Though in the evening of our life...we should conclude our life was a hybrid of planning...fiat...chance... and luck.
Life is our mentor...Confidant...friend....and often our enemy. Though in the evening of life we have grown wise, weary, a bit jaded... and having required the prerequisites needed to navigate life’s next Age Waves when they breach our existential shores.
I will now direct you to Susan Bond’s reading of my short story,
The Just Man. Click to listen.
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Existentially,
Rich
