When I’m Sixty-Four
“Will you still need me,
Will you still feed me
When I’m sixty-four?”
Last week, in some deranged moment, I promised I would contemplate the meaning of life in honor of my 64th birthday and then get back to you with my findings. I’m not sure what got into me, but a promise is a promise.
First, let me say that I actually planned to sit down on three occasions for thirty minutes each time and write down my thoughts. I got through the first session and realized a very important thing: Why does there have to be a meaning? I know that people have committed their lives to this endeavor over the centuries, but I don’t have that level of concentration.
My realizations on life are short:
1. If you’re religious, you have a blueprint. If you’re not, you make up your own;
2. Connection with others is important;
3. Engagement gives everything meaning;
My birthday chick from Blake
4. Having a plan gets you out of bed in the morning;
5. Looking forward creates anticipation;
6. Being in the moment means you don’t have to contemplate the meaning because you’re living it.
Done. Now I don’t have to think about this again.
Have a good week and we’ll talk soon.