The useful years of a man’s life will eventually be numbered by him. The artist Damen Hirsch made a piece, the dead shark in a tank, and named it, “The Improbability of Death in the Mind of Someone Living”. It remains one of the greatest titles of all time. There is another truth that implies the same, no one, having a useful body for 64 years, looks forward to it becoming useless. My body was once the fastest one I knew, which was certainly useful, but now, my muscles that use to ripple now trickle.
The great sit-down is out there. My mom is there. At 65 one is gearing up for one last great adventure. The mind and body are producing energy, chemicals, urges to help, to experience the last of it, the “it” before the sit-down. I can see the sit-down. When my body, mind, and spirit lay over for the last time. Sitting in the sun, thinking the thoughts left for me; having only that energy left, the sit-down energy. But for now, a new adventure awaits, I am leaving my current vocation of 32 years and know not what the future holds. But the past gives me some clues, whatever it is, it’ll be all I can handle.
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