Knowing

Some people feel better when they know.

They want to know the name of the disease they have. The pounds they weigh. The number of friends they have on social media. The names of the books they've read. The number of calories they eat. What their temperature is. The ages of their friends. What they are having for dinner for the next three weeks.

I used to find some of these things important too.

Now, not so much.

If these things do not alter my life in some way, or I am not going to alter my life in some way because of them -- then what purpose do they serve?

The books, maybe. I don't want to buy the same book twice, but the rest of it doesn't really seem to affect my life anymore.

When I was a child I got up, I ate, ran, played, read, bathed and went to bed. 

It worked.

It still does now that I am retired. 

Why let the other details get in the way?  If the quality of my life starts becoming a problem, I will change things, or maybe that is when it is time to stop while I am ahead.