As
I find myself changing, yet again,
I must decide on a path forward.
Since
age is robbing me of my youthful normalcy,
do I facilitate it while
it shrinks my height?
Do I accelerate it robbing me of my thick mane?
Is acquiescence a proper strategy to address
fading mental capabilities?
Maybe.
But not yet.
I
can still stand up straight.
I can keep my hair long.
I can record
my thoughts
before I forget them.
One
path, though, is clear.
Age has also rewarded me
with an ever
increasing ability to find
comfort in my own counsel.
I can finally see the patterns in experience
that I wish to embrace,
as well as those to avoid.
Fears fade
like the manufactured distractions they are intended to be.
And,
love becomes more important,
as I am now most certain that it is
the
only thing we will take into the Great Fade.
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