Thoughts on impermanence.

[icarus]

It occurs to me that my birthday is coming soon.

It occurs to me that I'm coming up on 40.

It occurs to me that if I live till I'm 80, that's the half-way point.

It occurs to me that my dad's health issues started when he was in his early 60s.

So it occurs to me that I really, conservatively, have 25 years left where I can (hopefully) function as I do now. (Yes, I know many spry people in their 70s and 80s and my grandfather was one of them, though he was an early health nut and took better care of his body than I have.)

Hmm.

Comments

[filenotch.livejournal.com]

Listen you young pup, life doesn't stop when you're over forty. Sure I need reading glasses now, and I'm never going on the terrain park on my snowboard.

But the sense of perspective is very nice.

My favorite beautiful things are transient. Fireworks, sunsets, I'm not interested in static pictures that "catch them at their height". It's the movement, the transition, the fact that the height is fleeting that appeals to me.

All you people on teh intarwebs, you're transient bits on the screen to me, too.

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

You forgot to call me a whippersnapper. ;)

Listen you young pup, life doesn't stop when you're over forty.

No, it doesn't.

I'm thinking more along the line of long-range planning. If there are certain things I want to do before I die, then if I'm forty and I haven't made much progress on them maybe I should re-examine how I'm using my time.

All you people on teh intarwebs, you're transient bits on the screen to me, too.

Indeed. Might I enquire how old you are at the current moment, oh transient bit?

Icarus

[filenotch.livejournal.com]

Whippersnapper.

I'm 44.

I remember a conversation with a friend of mine about how he turned fifty, and kicked over all the traces to do what he most loved. Lives in near-poverty, but part of him is happier. In a few years, I'll probably kick my traces, too, but poverty isn't on the game plan. Too queeny for that.