Robert offered some excellent music for background, which I set aside because it just sounded, well, too young. I can’t really explain it any other way.
Throughout my lifetime there have been complaints about how our culture is too youth-oriented. When I was young, those complaints sounded whiny and envious. Now I look at all the Hollywood-pretty faces around me and wonder if they’ll ever develop distinctive personalities. Physical perfection is no longer sufficient for beauty, I require substance with the style.
The trade-offs of age are palpable and almost measurable. Where I used to have wild creativity, now I have perspective. You might say I can’t follow more than one thought at a time, but I call that “better focus”. Despite having blown off my daily workout this morning, discipline is a norm, not an effort.
Maybe it’s evolution. It’s convenient to prefer where I am to where I was, and certainly more comfortable than the alternative. Just as writing this was more comfortable than hitting today’s list of 20 jokes, but I am hoisted on my petard of discipline and have to get back to it now.
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this is a brilliant post. i read it last week, but was too -- well, u know -- to comment. came back to do so, because it still reverbs, especially the last pithy and ever so well-composed paragraph.
age is phun, after all. here's to it, and to you, and to us.
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