I miss being possible. I feel like as I am getting older, I'm less possible. As if I'm walking down a hallway in one direction, so all the doors I've passed are closed forever.
But this is a misperception, surely? I pass different doors nowadays, certainly, but the supply of them is neverending, or at least, is only limited by my own imagination.
I can tell myself that, and it holds true when I look at other people's lives. I can witness all around me the people who at any age, are ageless and fantastic because they explore life no matter what. No matter what they explore, it brings them energy. And I can see people who got old just because they sank into their lives, like sandcastles washed away by the tide. I can SEE it and my mind believes it.
My heart is infected with doubt, though, and in the dark, late hours of the night, all I hear is the doubt.
Right now I'm trying to find a really great soundtrack for my life, and crank it up, so I drown out that doubt. Any suggestions?
1 comment:
Tempted by Squeeze always reminds me of our summer at worrell... "the laundry on the hill"
Ray of light usually peps me up and when I'm really peeved at the world I am currently enjoying Pink's raise your glass and ceelo's F@#$ you! They make me smile.
And my final soundtrack suggestion for your current post is....
It's my life... bon jovi!
:)
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