I recently turned 75- ears old. It has spawned a fair amount of reflection. Most recently, I have reached an amazing level of contentment.
It is as though I am sitting in an old rocker on the porch of a weathered farmhouse after a long day of hard work. With a cold glass of iced tea in hand, I am gazing out over wheat fields that are being bathed in the evening hews of a setting sun as it slowly dips below the distant horizon. I know that the sun will eventually set, and the last rays will disappear. I’m not quite sure when that will occur, but that is alright because I am not in any hurry to go to bed.
There are several tasks that were left undone, but overall I am satisfied with my accomplishments. others will simply have to take care of those things I didn’t get around to. My minor aches and pains have been honestly earned, and I welcome the time when I will be able to eventually lie down for a well deserved sleep.
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