A Blurry Dream...

There is something to be said for "just making it." Even if, as the 12-steppers tell us, you sometimes might need to "fake it to make it." I am thinking of the benefits & certain good-will of simple, stubborn, longevity & endurance. Yes. Growing old, gracefully, or maybe not so gracefully, but with as much grace as one can manage. Live long enough, and life itself seems sort of like a blurry dream. Decades pass by in a flash. Turns out there is very little you can hang onto; there is the moment to moment, and the time to reflect on the moment to moment, and then, well, if you are lucky you still have your wits, your vim & vigour, a dash of energy & optimism, body parts continue to work, you are still curious about the world, and other people, still open to creativity, and changing your mind about things if the evidence of your senses call for a rethink. Life as long-form improvisation. Keeping your shit together even as you wade through the shit. Keeping a sense of humour, and a sense of proportion. A common sense grappling with a wild world.