I should write something today. Something profound. Something transcendental. Deep and esoteric. Or humorous and down-to-earth.
I should write something here today. For my readers and my friends. For whoever happens to stumble upon this blog. For posterity perhaps?
I should write a few lines. Several sentences? A paragraph? Or perhaps a treatise. Or just a few words.
I should write about life and its meaning. About the inexorable passage of time. The joys and sorrows of all these years on earth.
All I have are questions:
What does it mean to be this old?
How did I get here?
Why am I?
I suppose Descartes would tell me: "you think; therefore, you are." Ok, but - what next?
I am; I have been; I will be, for a while at least. I hope.
I confess: if I could, I would like to start over. Avoid all the mistakes. Enjoy all the pleasures. Learn everything and teach everyone. So many wrong choices. So many wasted moments. Why don't we get a second chance? I suppose many people believe they do. I wish I could believe it too.
Nevertheless, all in all I've had a good life so far. Some disappointments. Some losses. A few achievements. Plenty of joys. But mostly a smooth journey, sometimes even dull. But - dull is good. It's better than chaotic.
So - I did write a few words, neither profound nor humorous. Just plain. From the heart. And that's all I can manage today.