Live Long and Well

Living in the moment means inexorably moving on. One minute yields to another and things change. Slowly, it seems, when I was young. Not so slowly anymore. Days fade into months and years so quickly that sometimes I feel I am in a time warp.

Many of the faces before me have begun to wrinkle and their hair is turning gray. I find glasses on the eyes of those once too busy to even blink and now and then someone disappears altogether.

Are they just moving too fast for me to see them? Have they taken that big step beyond the veil? Or have they simply moved on too? I suppose it doesn’t really matter. They are not here.

I am here. It is the only place I know how to be. I am not really an opportunist, but if you want to call me that, I guess I can’t say too much about it. I never take advantage of someone, but I do not miss the chances that come my way either. Why would I do that?

As long as I am alive, it seems only logical to keep on living and it doesn’t appear to me that this road I’m on is simply straight and narrow. In fact, it looks more like an avenue to me, meandering up and down, in and out, and around so many fascinating things that sometimes I have a hard time staying focused.

The scenery is beautiful, the people are fascinating and the going not too bad because now I know that whatever is not to my liking will eventually change. It always does.

I do stop and look back more than I used to, but there is so much back there! When I do, nostalgia creeps in and there can be a momentary tear, or two, but I have a solution for that now that I didn’t have in the past.

Now I know that living well is the best cure for what ails me. And I do live well!