One Week, One Life - Day 4

Three-quarters of a century. To some, that’s a long time. Doesn’t seem that long to me. At least until I get out of bed. Then my body reminds me it has been a long time.

Some of my contemporaries have left already. Others are on the way out. And then there is that group that is refusing to even pack. “Why pack?” they say. “Can’t take it with you anyway.” I enjoy that group immensely.

Which group am I in?

Obviously not the first. I’m here, aren’t I? Some days I feel like I’m a full-fledged member of the on the way out group. Then I somehow shake that off and move back to the its fun to be alive group.

And it is fun to be alive. I can flirt with anyone, and they just laugh. I can say silly things, and they just laugh. Of course, when I try to spread wisdom, they just laugh also. Its nice to bring so much laughter into this world.