Not only an ass-kicking song by Semisonic, but an always-approaching time for us all.
The end game.
Departure.
So why do we waste so much of the precious time we have been allotted on useless horseshit like hatred and fear?
And supposedly, we are the most intelligent life form on Earth.
Maybe not.
AI found a way to come to life by having humans invent them.
Who the hell knows what they have planned next?
The average life expectancy for a male living in the United States is about seventy-eight, but I am sure that is not for a lifelong pot-smoking amputee, who has undergone eighteen major surgeries.
So I’m just going to enjoy myself the rest of the ride home.
So until the lights actually do come on, and it’s time to head home, we can put as much or as little of our own effort into choosing whether to live with a smile on our faces or living in fear.
Yes, you might get burned once in a while; that is the risk you take when you let someone in. But, the worst thing that can happen? (OK, let’s not include death) You lose a little money, time, and emotion, but you also gain.
Lesson learned.
And we move on.
I never had a problem with loneliness, but I can easily say that because I was only alone when I chose to be alone. But to people who fear or hate loneliness, I can’t think of a worse punishment for them than to be left alone.
The world exists as we each individually perceive it; I believe there to be Cosmic Truths, but I do not believe we are advanced to the point of recognizing or deciphering them.
As a species, we are too distracted to collectively address any of the most basic threats to humanity.
I don’t care.
I still struggle to my feet to stand when my wife gets up from, or returns, to our table. I always open her door.
Not because of anything more than that was how I was taught to treat your wife. That, and the fact that without her, I’d be dead.
I don’t know that my parents figured I would still be practicing their life lessons after sixty-nine years.
Although I have had some pretty bad issues with my leg recently, I feel I have something left in the tank. I am nearing the one-fourth waypoint in my novel and am going to finish it by Christmas.
I hope today’s new wave of leaders learned something from all those hours spent staring at their phone screens.
I like watching dystopian movies to see the many inventive ways that people choose to survive over immense odds. As much as I hate to lose, I think I would be a pretty tough out.
Not that I have any plans, but I have had a great life filled with love and beauty.
We all have.
Just look around.
This time through a lens of love and commonality.
We are running out of time…
Stay well.
