One Week, One Life - Day 3
Another day off to work. Its not good. Its not bad. It just is.
So much of my life has become “just is.”
“How are you?” “Fine.”
“And you?” “Fine.”
Except the “Fines” are not so frequent anymore:
“Not so good. My son has cancer and is not doing so well.”
“I’ve been better. My parents are getting older and I just don’t know what they should do.”
“Damn government. Don’t ask me how I am. Ask the government. They know everything else.”
It seems at 50 that the realities of life truly begin to set in. And the results of those decisions made earlier in life become clear. Choices of jobs, mates, food, life styles all result in what I am today.
But on the sunnier side, I see a day where my choices are once again opening up.
Just hope I last long enough to get there.
So much of my life has become “just is.”
“How are you?” “Fine.”
“And you?” “Fine.”
Except the “Fines” are not so frequent anymore:
“Not so good. My son has cancer and is not doing so well.”
“I’ve been better. My parents are getting older and I just don’t know what they should do.”
“Damn government. Don’t ask me how I am. Ask the government. They know everything else.”
It seems at 50 that the realities of life truly begin to set in. And the results of those decisions made earlier in life become clear. Choices of jobs, mates, food, life styles all result in what I am today.
But on the sunnier side, I see a day where my choices are once again opening up.
Just hope I last long enough to get there.
posted by Jimmie C. | 12:01 PM
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