Seventy-six is coming up for me in April.
Looked at newborn pictures on Facebook
recently and I find it hard to believe I have
come from that to this. Oh, the long winding
road from there to here.
I understand why folks my age rarely parent
children in their senior years. We have all we
can do to manage our own failing conditions,
waning tolerance and and patience notwith-
standing. From the pre-verbal state of depen-
dency to the elderly state of ineptitude and
incontinence, the human life cycle is a com-
plex journey to say the least.
Don’t get me wrong, some folks will claim
they have had an easy peasy time of it while
others have faced myriad troubles and prob-
lems to overcome. Still others never make
it very far.
I learned my ABCs, never mastered math,
got my degrees on the street of hard knocks.
I was fortunate enough to have been given
some natural talents which enabled me to
subsist adequately.
If given the opportunity to do it all over
again or live to be one-hundred would I?
Hell no! As for the promise or likelihood
of hereafter’s heaven or hell, I’d say, been
there done that already in my lifetime here
on Earth.
A god and a devil had a role to play in the
psychological make-up of me. And after
having learned my ABCs, I somehow grew
to manage and fulfill all of my basic needs.
No resting in peace is allowed after death,
so I get all I can while still alive.
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Chris Hanch 2-18-2023
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