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The perfect question, at the ideal time. Exactly four weeks ago, on the night of February 6th to February 7th, I rested in a hospital bed and recovered from surgery.
Tag: <span>attitude</span>
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How did I become a pompous ass? I am not sure. I wasn’t raised to be arrogant, quite the opposite.
Daily writing prompt
How do significant life events or the passage of time influence your perspective on life?
The view of life, the interpretation of one’s own point of view, in my opinion, is always influenced by the passage of time. The passage of time is always a companion on which the negative of life is dumped. The passage of time is to blame for the fact that the good times are long gone. Everything was better back then, or so it seems.
I think the question is wrong. It’s not IF we spend time in the past, but HOW we spend it. Are we grateful or regretful? Do we cherish the moments we had with loved ones, or do we still mourn even if decades have passed?
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Because it is all right to be in a bad mood there,
slouching along through the underground garage,
riding wordlessly on the elevator with the other customers,
staring at the closed beige doors like a prison wall.
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The day after my birthday I fell hard and sadly, I fell forward, not backward as I was trained to do when I was an active skier. I would have preferred a soft landing on my bottom but it didn’t happen.
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I hesitated for a long time.
Age is not just a number
it is a roadblock in the mind.
Can’t is the worst word that’s written or spoken;
Doing more harm here than slander and lies;
On it is many a strong spirit broken,
And with it many a good purpose dies.
It springs from the lips of the thoughtless each morning
And robs us of courage we need through the day:
It rings in our ears like a timely-sent warning
And laughs when we falter and fall by the way.
“I still have to do laundry and prepare for dinner. I have to play ball with our dog Vader, quickly water the hanging plants outside, and feed the dogs,” and while I’m piling up the daily I-have-do-mountain in my head, old familiar feelings rise again.
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Do you remember how you imagined your life as a child or teenager? Have our expectations been fulfilled? Are we living a supposedly good life?
Am I living a good Life? Or is your life better than mine?