There was a time I felt ten foot tall, but now I feel ten feet small.
Back then, I had friends and people knew me. We talked, laughed, and shared our thoughts.
I walked with a pep in my step, a smile on my face, and with no concern for the days ahead.
Time had no meaning. Growing older and money were the least of my worries.
I wanted to see the world and I believed the world wanted to see me.
I hurried from place to place and wasted away the days as if they would never end.
It felt good to be young, unconscious of my surroundings, and negligent of my future.
Regret was a misunderstanding, not something to be dwelled upon.
It was good to be young, or so I thought.
Time relentlessly marches forward and as each year passes, I feel smaller.
My friends are fewer now and scarcer amounts know me.
I speak, but my words are not heard.
My pace is slower, I rarely smile, and I worry too much about the days ahead.
Weather and money is all I think about and time presses hard against me.
I have memories of the world, though many of them I have forgotten.
I no longer hurry, and I waste away the days wondering when my life will end.
It feels horrible to be old, conscious of the inevitable, and my fading future.
I am full of reminiscences, but many of them I regret.
|Wisdom is on the rode less traveled or in a box of Cracker Jacks|
However, it’s great to be old, because I have become a walking, talking genius of the world and humanity.
I can now babble on for hours about all the incredible wonders I have seen; weave an unbelievable tales and imbue them with inconceivable embellishments; and I can make bewildering claims of great achievements, because there is no proof of everything I have accomplished. I have become the master of lies and I will speak them without dispute.
Oh, there will be some who might try to refute my stories, but I will stand firm, using my oldness and wit to counter their Google master.
The information age is upon us and it searches for the truth in everything. Truth is just a fact, absent of personality and character never to be discovered, unless provided by an old person!
Spreading the love to Poland, France, and Spain.
Be a colorful elephant this week!