GETTING OLD

You're feeling old and one day you notice in the mirror that you are old. We're such fools as we near our seventh decade. Nobody is taking a second look except those more desperate than ourselves. And where has it gone? And it's almost over. Is there any hope?

A grain of sand, a blade of grass, a wisp of air have as much significance as we do. When we die, it will be like we never existed. Sometimes I'm overwhelmed by my insignificance, but it's only my ego bellyaching.

I could have everything--whatever everything might be--and I still wouldn't be content. If fact, I do have everything, yet every hour seems filled with dissatisfaction.

I have sought refuge in the simple things. I read and I write. I haven't surrendered physically. I ride my bike, play tennis, hit the weights and do pushups. But there's something missing. But I suppose there will always be something missing.