Sparkle while you live

Sometimes I look at my life and realize it is at least half over, probably more like three quarters over and I am amazed at how quickly it has gone. 

I am also amazed at how little I've changed.  I still look at older people and wonder what it's like to have lived so long.  I still look at them and think they are wiser and more grown up than I am and I still think they really know.

Then I look at myself and realize I am older than they are!

Life is not about years.  It's about perspective and choices and a lot of luck.

Someday I, too, will fade into the universe, become one with the wind and the rain, move into the light and perhaps sparkle like a dust mote.

In the meantime I move about this earth on two faulty feet doing the best I can and wiping errant souls off my furniture.