But by the end of the year, we always seem to feel like this:
Sometimes you feel real old, older than you are. Check the aches and pains, the hairline, the demands of life. Responsibilites, responsibilities. Worse things have happened to all of us; the circus wasn't as good as you though it would be, the movie staunk, etc., etc....Dylan once sang "he not busy being born is busy dying." While that sounds cute in a pop song, it now sounds kind of silly. We're all being born. It's all we know. Nobody knows dying. All we know is being alive. Nobody's "busy dying." By definition, we're all alive.
Punching the clock, punching the wall, hating your boss. You can't go if you don't know, and you can't know if you don't go. and everybody in the world has their own song in their heads. The best songs ever. Problem is figuring a way to get them out and present them to others.
You've got to know where the brakes are. Enjoy life at a realistic pace. You crazy youngsters, what with your nightlife and everything. And it's important to trust other people, while putting stock in yourself as well. Reevaluating your priorities, checking yourself daily.
Not everyone is a victim of circumstance; conversely, nobody should feel like a martyr all the time. Problem? It's hard enough to communicate these days; some of us don't even get the chance. Some others don't know they have a chance.
When you travel frequently, you find a lot of images. And sometimes, you have to try amd make the best of a bad situation: more often than not, we grin and bear it. Other times, you learn to enjoy some small facet of your predicament. Nothing too elaborate, just an attempt to adjust priorities. Revolution starts at home, preferably in the bathroom mirror.
Example? Winter always comes too soon. This year was the worst I can remember, exceptwhen I was five years old. Pushed open the front door, got lost in the snow.
Nerdhappy on FB (of course) says it best: this year goes to 11.
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