I guess we all at one time or another have asked the question; what is life all about, and what purpose is served by our existence? Other than family and a few friends, I’m really a non-entity in this world. Do you ever wonder why we age and why we must face the realization of what age does to our physical and mental processes? If only we could halt the age progression for one glorious moment or even a year in time, to relive the desire or the experience that we all think about in our past. It seems cruel to me that we must age and eventually have to make room for other non-entities to come into this world. It just doesn’t make much sense to me.
Was the creation of the universe a mistake or a glorious beginning of cosmos life created by intelligence greater than our own? If a mistake, that means I must be a mistake. If a glorious beginning of cosmos life, I must be glorious even though I don’t feel glorious because of my advancing age. Getting older is the shits and even doing this is a struggle at times. It seems the more I tinkle, the more I wrinkle, which means I must give up my tinkling to prevent the wrinkling. Ah, what the hell, through all the shitting, tinkling, and wrinkling, I still remain positive about life and look forward to each day’s event’s as they unfold.
I have accomplished good things, done bad things, and have made people laugh and cry, which I guess is the reason for the “Why Me” existence on this ball in the sky.
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