May First, Yet Another Month

It all goes so fast…

Pilgrim on a Long, Long Journey

“…inside every old person is a young person wondering what happened.” Terry Pratchett, the author of over fifty best selling books.

I am trying to figure out how I lost all that melanin in my once black hair. Where did a a set of numerous tennis serves go now that each one creates a micro-quake in the muscles of my back? Is there a contest between my two upper eyelids to see which one can droop the furthest? That one gets ever harder to follow.

I am still that 29 year old in what is left of my mind. It’s just this new guy I awaken to in the morning who I notice in the mirror.

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Oh, Those Decisions

“Our twenties, when there is still so much time ahead of us, time that seems ample for a hundred indecisions, for a hundred visions and revisions—we draw a card, and we must decide right then and there whether to keep that card and discard the next, or discard the first card and keep the second. And before we know it, the deck has been played out and the decisions we have just made will shape our lives for decades to come.” Amor Towles, an American novelist. 

The male brain isn’t mature until about the age of 25. Most first-year male lawyers are 25, and male medical interns are 26. That’s a good thing. 

So, men do worse with youthful decisions than women. To make matters more regrettable, in their twenties people make momentous choices about their careers and spouses .

Somehow, most of us make it to our dotage, having made a few good decisions, despite the tribulation we all faced at ill-fated, youthful junctures.

Where am I now? Without God’s grace, I don’t know where I would be. I don’t like thinking about it. I smile from ear to ear for his blessing me with far better guidance and, at a minimum, longevity.