by J. Marshall Wade
Have you ever observed all those aggregations of un-dissolved embodiments of organic wrinkled creepy creatures (us old farts), flex and putter around acting as though we are up to something important, and praying like heck that no one notices we dont know what we are doing? We are usually those bi-podals who have labored, drudged, sweat, strained, stretched, struggled, and merited some serious tranquility in our lives.
However, those of us crammed into that pigeonhole, and those of the younger persuasion, dont normally recognize that we still need to feel wanted and essential to our families in one way or another. Almost every one of us folks in the prime persuasion, if not physically capable, are full of wisdom, jokes, stories, history, ideas, shortcuts, and lots of knowledge in numerous fields of endeavors. We oldsters may be able to offer a whole new outlook on life, a new way to solve a problem, or where to go to find the answers, or even a less costly way ….or just where to go!
If you happen to be one off those youthful apods, I do not wish to be the bearer of disturbing news who is going to burst your bubble of existing forever, but you may want to reflect on the following: If youre 20 years young, and live to be 60, one-third of your life is gone, over, void, and missing in action never to return! If youre 30, its already half over! And if you really desire to be smacked upside the head by reality, consider that youll sleep about one-third of that away. If that bit of jargon jounced your judgment of your future plans, youre quite lucky, for the autumn years will dawn in your life when some beautiful young lady youre (if you are a male) trying to impress, suddenly shoves your ego right down the waste tube with something akin to Wow; youre sure in good shape-for your age! At that point, we may wish to take a much closer look at that individual in the mirror of reality and pray its not full-length!
The distinction between past, present, and future is only an illusion, however persistent (Albert Einstein). The future of our air-inhaling anatomies is definitely not an illusion its going to happen, for that is its forever persistent destiny. However, as we are fortunate to live our lives in the intellectual faculties of our consciousness, we have the opportunity to stroll into our autumn years gracefully. If at all possible, remember only the precious and beautiful memories, accumulate many new ones, and allow the others to just flow through our minds as wisps of clouds in a fog. As long as we keep striving persistently, we cannot fail!
Sometime in the very distant future, someone will suit me up, place my happy self and the creepy things inside me into a bone box, let everyone take a final look, tell everyone what a sweet, holy, innocent, pure, naive, and all around nice guy I was, throw my leftovers into a chasm in the ground somewhere in a field full of other cadavers, where hordes of other creepy things will dine on me. All walking, talking, thinking, non-thinking, revolutionized, plasma-filled, animated biological substances (us again), will ultimately have to come to terms with our human mortality. Even though my calculated future schemes also include living forever, my decision to cover all the bases, was, in the long run, more than likely a wise one.
Determining an epitaph for my tombstone was neither effortless nor comfortable…in fact, it was quite an elaborate, serious, and time-consuming undertaking I did not wish to be flippant about it! It had to be short, to the point, thoughtful, enlightening, profound, fulfilling, and very descriptive of my lifes momentous quest. Therefore, after studying tomes of informative materials at the library, and scrutinizing a large dictionary and my immense thesaurus from front to back, I visited a local university and consulted with those of brilliant minds. Then I hauled my happy bunnies about 100 miles into the dense forests of the countryside, and spent several weeks of meditation remunerating on my mortal breath of existence. At last, being completely exhausted, but a better man for the experience, I finally settled on the very impressive question: What the heck was that all about? Did I really go through all of that? No!
We are born, we play, we dance, we are educated, we sing, we get married, we procreate, we work, some of us think, and we age. Being copycats, and not knowing any better, the younger generations go through the same experience and so it goes! Ultimately, professor time says its time to go some refer to it as death! Personally, I prefer to refer to it as motivating through an ebony subway, emerging in another new dimension, boarding my new-fangled starship christened Imaginative Curiosity, and figuring out what the heck this new space is all about so I can tell all my new friends and neighbors Yep, Im doing that.
Conceding that its never easy to leave loved-ones behind, for thats the way it is in this universe, doesnt imply we must give credence to the fabricated myth of an infernal inferno…thats a lot of elephant excretion! If there exists an all-loving god, then our god-given logic states that he/she (political correctness) is incapable of creating a hell only various levels of heaven.
Plus, as with everything else, there is an indisputable positive to confronting any fears we may experience with leaving this world its a scientific fact, and is referred to as time dilation. If you wish a complete descriptive description, please visit your local free library, and enjoy a book on time…. its well worth the time! For our purpose here, it basically means everyones time is distinct. Its very conceivable that time at the other end of the tunnel is slower than ours, and therefore, we will not only be re-introduced to those whom have gone before us, but may be quite startled to see those we left behind in a few days or weeks of our new time. Naturally, none of us can guarantee thats how it operates, but its how Im going to evermore perceive it! Imagine what you can do next!
(J) Marshall Wade is the author of 24 books about self improvement and related subjects www.howtolocatemoney.com