Woke up feeling my mortality. Just knowing, by the pains, that I have a limited time here on this planet. I can’t swap bodies.
Currently listening to Yes “Union” as though I was still 20 years old. Big world, big ideas, big future ahead. Hoarding the temporal wealth, week by week, never noticing the hole in the bag and the trail of old behind me.
I’m almost 52 now. What did I do with that wealth of time? What should I do to make up for it? Increase shareholder value?
I don’t want to believe my spirit is expired. I need it inspired. Is this just the cycle of respiration? When we say “breathe”, we always think, “take a deep breath,” to inhale. But exhaling is also a part of the cycle — so long as we inhale again.
Springtime is here. Cycles.