One recent morning while doing my usual routine of reading inspirational quotes, personal enlightenment materials, and the general news of the day, it occurred to me that my life has become an endless and redundant routine. Now that I am in my sixties I rarely feel the need to be in a hurry or anxious to get things accomplished within a certain time frame. However, the significant revelation of that day is that on my next birthday I will be eligible for Medicare.
That means that I am now half way through the decade of my sixties! Is there any significance to that? When in my fifties I thought that my sixties were going to be a very productive decade, but it seems that instead I am becoming more imbedded in a routine of complacency and the acceptance of the mundane.
As I reflect on these facts the essential theme is “time.” It is ticking nonstop; it is passing along and I feel like a rock in the stream. Time rushes over and past me smoothing my edges, wearing me down, changing my psyche and my physical appearance.
Sometimes it will push me hard and I may roll and tumble along in its current only to find another resting spot in which to settle while the current of time continues pass over, around, and through me in its continual assault.
In general, I simply love this life. There have been moments that I wanted to cling to and cease the march of time so that they can endure forever, but that is no longer a fantasy I can afford to embrace. Time has marched, still marches and will always march and I cannot do anything about it.
As I continue to exist, I know that time will continue to wear upon me until my clock expires. The best I can hope for is that as I am shaped and smoothed like a precious metal or gem both literally and metaphorically. I earnestly hope that I will always embrace the changes in my life and continue to learn and grow with each passing moment.
No longer do I get lost in the notion of immortality and I know now more than ever my tenure is mostly in the sunset phase. I don’t always love certain aspects of what constitutes this existence. There are many things that perplex and sadden me and my heart weeps from the shear atrocities humans can inflict on each other and upon the environment. Yet there are also those experiences of wonder and miracles that keep my hope afloat and my psyche from falling into complete despondency and despair. I will always cling to the hope that I will continue to find rays of sunshine and to provide rays of sunshine for others to enjoy.
I hope you have a delightful experience today and every day henceforth.
What is there to say about me? I am not sure if I am typical or not, average or not, smart or not, BUT I think I definitely have a sense of humor. I am an aging baby boomer wondering if I have something to say about the world as I see it.
fillsmusings 
Leave a comment