Some mornings I wake up simply thrilled to be me, alive and conscious in this time and place. I once had a colleague who described life as “a vacation from eternity”. Today I would agree with him .
Like most of our evaluations, I suppose this attitude is simply an illusion. Nothing rational about it. Logic can always pick out problems – past present and future. But from my current perspective, the illusion is more real and meaningful than logic. I cherish it .
No doubt many others would mock my happiness as simply the advancing incapacity of old age. Our facilities weaken, so we wallow in imaginary nostalgia, thinking our sorry lives were rich and meaningful. Fortunately, I rarely care what others – especially the pessimists and gloomers – think about me. They are free to frolic in their depressing visions – which I tend to believe are also illusions .
Nah, I’m not that far around the bend. I know the world has problems. I’m aware I have my own. But on some days, as the sunshine streams in the window, I can just forget all that and happily play in the enchanting glory of being alive here at this exact moment.
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