Back At It
The days, the days they pass. God, how they pass. I think of Dr. Viktor Frankel's words about coping in a world far from making rational sense. In Man's Search For Meaning, he advises to find joy and meaning wherever you can. I add to exploit the crap out of those two concepts.
I choose to sing out loud while walking, or dancing (more like rhythmic swaying), while waiting to cross the street. I really don't care anymore, I'm focusing on what brings me joy; music, reading, gardening, and sometimes painting.
I'm at an age where my inhibitions have decreased to quite a point. I'm not walking around naked or anything, just dancing at the stoplight. Come join me, as we all dance to the tune of time.
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