From Dirty Harry to Wyatt Earp (2012)

 I just realized today that it’s been ages since I last wrote anything. I’m probably one of the few who’s ever written more than 100 notes on the FB account. I do miss writing; my hands and fingers hovering over the keyboards, taking a few drags from the ciggy in between, shuffling from one window to another while browsing and just plain going crazy with thoughts that just won’t leave me alone!


Life has been a mix of the good, the bad and the ugly. There are some things I would rather not have gone through but at the same time, thankful that I did and prevailed!


In the year since, I almost thought I was at the pinnacle of my career only to have the ground crumble underneath my feet. I thought I had seen a few dreams come to fruition only to wake up to bitter realities. I have made a few friends, renewed old acquaintances and lost –or found out the true color of some!


There have been many sleepless nights out of excitement and anticipation and much more of the near somnambulistic insomnia which plagues one who thinks too much about stuff that might not even be remotely possible. I have spent too much time dwelling on useless thoughts and subjected myself to intolerable doses of anxiety.


There have been lessons to be re-learned and unlearn. There have been people to stick close to and those to stay well away from. There are things I should do more of and activities I should refrain from. 


The year that passed was a long, hard ride but one definitely worth taking!


At this point, there may be things I’m too old for; I do succumb to occasional attacks of memory gaps but none worse than anyone my age or even younger. Maybe it helps that my profession demands that I have an eye for detail and composition which helps me recall things vividly and almost to the exact point in a timeline!


 On the other hand, I have yet to wear glasses, take maintenance drugs, dye my hair or wear a rug, change my fashion statement, avoid beans and pork and extra rice and seafood, watch my alcohol intake and countless other stuff my peers (and even younger friends) are obligated to do.


Yes, I have toned down and mellowed a bit but I can dangle on a rope, hike a few kilometers, read the paper and shoot distant targets better than some guys 10-years younger than I am!


I’m five-shy of the half-century mark. Some would think that, “old” but that’s a lifetime longer than some who have gone before me.  At least now, I’m at a point where I can say with confidence and some degree of finality, “Yeah, I know how that feels.”  I can safely, honestly and irreverently say my piece about something and call it, “bullshit” without being bothered at how people see me or what they think of me.


Most people tend to slow down at this juncture. That is so, not right! This is a very good starting point for whatever it is out there. There are so many things yet undone but I do believe I already have what it takes and I’m better equipped for the challenges ahead!


It’s good to be alive at forty-five!



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