I’m scratching my head trying to imagine what gets better with age. I have aches and pains all of the time. I’m not as strong as I used to be. Many of my friends have passed away. My kids accuse me of telling the same stories over and over. The pile of pills I take in the morning is getting bigger. I tell myself I wish I knew twenty years ago what I know now. But who doesn’t say that. They say youth is wasted on the young. When I was young I definitely acted like I had plenty of time and put off important things for other responsibilities. But crying about it won’t change anything. I suppose that’s what I get with age, a little wisdom. I have a better sense of priorities. Nature is more beautiful. I cherish the company of my family and friends. Ironically with less future ahead of me, there is less future to worry about. That’s kind of dark, but it struck me as a funny thought … maybe.
About Me
Indie author and self taught artist, creating for over fifty years, also a former corporate lawyer and systems manager … and other assorted vocations. Writing is my passion. I just released my first science fiction novel, Escape From Desolation, eBook and paperback. More information at my author page: http://escapefromdesolation.com
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