For better or for worse?
Life is beginning to look like this:
I’m told, by people who have had near-death experiences, that we have chosen the life we’re living.
We’ve “married” this piece of flesh until “death do us part.”
I’m told — by these same people — they’d rather not stay married to their flesh, and would have preferred to be in a place where there is only peace and joy.
My first question is always, “Then why are you here?”
Not a fan of the answer: “I was born for a reason and sent back to finish the job.”
As I approach birthday #72, it is all too apparent that I’ve overstayed my welcome on this planet.
I was ever so happy to escape the 1950’s, and live through the 1960’s, I pray that the polyester period in history, that
error era called the 1970’s, will never come again.
But DAYUM!!! 2022 SUCKS!
CAN I PLEAZE GET A RAIN CHECK???
COVID-19 is now a cross between a common cold and the flu, but people still treat it like the plague.
Don’t get me started on inflation. Yesterday, I walked out of Dollar General with ONE BAG. The 5 contents cost a total of $22.50.
For the first 70 years of my life, I believed I knew my purpose.
I was to be that person parents pointed out to their children as the bad example to avoid following. For the past two years of my life, I look around at the insanity and wonder…
I will leave you with this thought…
…because ONCE AGAIN, I had to read through notes, written by a high school graduate, that said, “He got hemselve snakes at the snake shack.”
Going to go to sleep, and hope that sanity has returned to Earth in 2 hours.
Until that time, I’ll continue searching for a pay phone.