“Old age makes people strange sometimes” – Epitaph by Mary Doria Russell
Just doing some thinking. About things. People. Friends. Family. Mostly of years gone by but some current pieces as well.
I wonder if others ever trek through the stages of their lives and try to figure it all out. Got to admit that when I engage in that activity, most of the time the answers just aren’t there.
A futile exercise. But still.
I really do wish that I could make some sense of the mess I made of my life. How and why did I make so many mistakes?
Maybe I was just born stupid. Or unlucky. Or cursed, if there is such a thing.
On the bright side, I’ve lived long enough to gain a valid perspective. And is it not true that perspective begets wisdom?
Something I can’t seem to decipher is why, in spite of the many right decisions I’ve made and the blessings I’ve enjoyed, the past won’t let go.
Forget the past. What’s done is done. You can’t change it so move on. That’s what they say. Only, they never tell you how to do that.
“Wounds, desperation, and sex make a potent, explosive cocktail.” – “The Hollow Girl” by Reed Farrel Coleman