Later this month I'll reach 48 years of walking on this world God willing.
As I get older, my regrets lessen and that is because we'll all be worm food or dust at the end of this ride.
None of it will matter for that result.

Sometimes I wonder how the very mature folks see life.  The change I observe in my time here
is only a portion of what they know.  Each year that adds to life has all the potential in creation to become
a cynical existence.  I understand that potential with clarity.  The physical changes that come for aging are enough
to offer folks a reason to be miserable.  Combine that with difficulties in accepting adaptations of an ever changing technological reality
that changes all the rules we were raised on as truths and it is easy to see why older folks are perpetually angry or constantly aloof and cautious.

The seeds I sowed earlier last month are sprouting.  An abundance of flowers is on its way.  I have continued on prepping the exterior
of our house for the paint job it will receive later this summer.  We'll make time to enjoy our little corner of paradise this summer.
There is always work to be done in naming property yours for occupying the space.

We are of the mind to fulfill the obligations we have agreed to for doing and we look forward to leaving here for greener pastures.
It is just a matter of details and time.  Certainly we plan on being playful for what remains in this life.  A couple of years ago I didn't possess
the wisdom I have now and honestly a playful living wasn't anything I could have imagined then.
Miraculously the hour glass of my life was turned over and the sand is above pressing through to the emptiness below.
This time I am counting every grain of sand as it abides the law of gravity.

May Day came as something for everyone yesterday.  I focused briefly on the concerns of the day with an appropriate consideration
of the events that unfolded.  I'm thankful because even though I am part of the insanity for being here, my part wasn't involved in the chaos.
Easy living is my desire and I won't participate in the bondage or burden of the growing chaos.  That is a ship which is taking on water and I won't be going down with it.  Fun is the course for the time left as the sand grains return below moving into the future.

Mutt Justify