I like to write pieces about how I have grown and gained in knowledge and (dare I say it at such a tender age) wisdom.
It strikes me than one possible way I can grow is to stop writing these self-agrandising pieces and just acknowledge that I am as ordinary and flawed as the next man. I say man because, as we all know, women are the very epitome of perfection. Or so my wife would lead me to believe. But that’s a topic for another day.
What I want to get into the habit of is going beyond all the petty concerns of my (haha) ego.
At the moment I obsess about how my body is doing (all those push-ups and sit-ups have to be worth something), how creative I am (honestly), where I am compared to my fellow man (not woman, you’ll note) and how prepared I am for the coming robocalypse. And it’s not doing me a jot of good.
You see, everything is falling apart.
The looks I once imagined I had are crumbling apace. My body grows incrementally weaker by the hour. My hairline is creeping backwards. My mind forgets words. My will to engage weakens. Everything I was once proud of is slowly but steadily slipping away.
So here’s my latest goal in life: not to give a trot about all that stuff anymore.
Instead I’m going to focus on:
- being a nice, kinder person that helps other people,
- doing things for the joy of doing them (rather than for what I can get out of them) and
- preparing for death calmly and peacefully (albeit hoping that it will occur later rather than sooner).
Wish me luck.