Fire up a back-beat and you could very definitely rap that :) I used to think about death pretty much every day in my 40s - even wake up at night in a panic sometimes. Now, at 62, despite really enjoying life, I really couldn't care less. It was the same for most of my friends - the ones with more that half a brain at least - it's almost certainly the stage in life when you click over the half way through mark and realise you are mortal..
And you (like me) have the whole spectre of a religious childhood hanging over you. There's no point trying to shake it - you just can't. It's too ingrained. All you can do is figure out what works for you.
Life's a one way street without any signage. You can believe it's a dead end or the path to paradise. Nobody finds out til just around the final corner. But we're all on the same road, so we may as well link arms and enjoy the journey :)
Nice work man. Might make a great song ? I gotta say though, it gets better. I'll be 52 next month, my late 30s to mid 40s were probably the worst years of my life. Somewhere along the way I got some clarity and figured out what I wanted out of life and what was important to me. Now I'm laser focused on those things and I've never been happier.
When you're 40 you might miss being 20. But when you're 90 you'll miss being 70.
Fire up a back-beat and you could very definitely rap that :) I used to think about death pretty much every day in my 40s - even wake up at night in a panic sometimes. Now, at 62, despite really enjoying life, I really couldn't care less. It was the same for most of my friends - the ones with more that half a brain at least - it's almost certainly the stage in life when you click over the half way through mark and realise you are mortal..
Yeah it's a weird time. A lot sort of kicks in all at once.
And you (like me) have the whole spectre of a religious childhood hanging over you. There's no point trying to shake it - you just can't. It's too ingrained. All you can do is figure out what works for you.
Life's a one way street without any signage. You can believe it's a dead end or the path to paradise. Nobody finds out til just around the final corner. But we're all on the same road, so we may as well link arms and enjoy the journey :)
Very true!
Thank you for sharing your beautiful and thoughtful poem. Death is brushed under the rug these days.
Thanks! It absolutely is.
Nice work man. Might make a great song ? I gotta say though, it gets better. I'll be 52 next month, my late 30s to mid 40s were probably the worst years of my life. Somewhere along the way I got some clarity and figured out what I wanted out of life and what was important to me. Now I'm laser focused on those things and I've never been happier.
That's good to hear. I'm in that boat. This has been a hard stretch.