I turn 63 in 5 days.
I'm beginning to feel like life just gets better and better. Not that anything spectacular is happening-- it's not. I'm not in love. I'm not rich or famous. I haven't discovered the perfect drug. I haven't found a wonderful religion or philosophy. In fact, I'm getting old and feeling it. I tire easily and physically I hurt a lot.
I just don't worry much anymore. Yeah, I'm concerned about a whole bunch of fucked up shit that's happening in the world: war, climate change, inequality, hatred, stupidity.
But it's out of my hands. I can speak my mind and I do-- but I'm gonna be outa here pretty soon. It's up to the younguns now. It's time for me to relax and take it easy.
I embrace the reality that I'm winding down for an eternal nap.