Neither Our Own Passing Nor The Passing

It Has Been My Experience That Most Human Stories Are Circular Rather Than Linear. Regardless Of The Path We Choose, We Somehow End Up Where We Commenced - In Part, I Suspect, Because The Child Who Lives In Us Goes Along For The Ride.

Neither Our Own Passing Nor The Passing Of An Era Is A Tragedy, No Matter How Much We Would Like To Think It Is.

That's One Of The Great Advantages Of Age. You Can Say, I Don't Want To, I Don't Care, You Can Throw Temper Tantrums, And Nobody Minds.

In That Moment, When Watches And Clocks Misbehave And You Feel A Cold Vapor Wrap Itself Around Your Heart, You Unconsciously Draw A Line At The Bottom Of A Long Column Of Numbers And Come Up With A Sum. Perhaps It's One That Fills You With Contentment And Endows You With A Level Of Courage And An Acceptance That You Didn't Know You Possessed.or Maybe Not.

If There Is Any Human Tragedy, There Is Only One, And It Occurs When We Forget Who We Are And Remain Silent While A Stranger Takes Up Residence Inside Our Skin.