As I find myself changing, yet again,
I must decide on a path forward.
Since age is robbing me of my youthful normalcy,
do I facilitate it while it shrinks my height?
Do I accelerate it robbing me of my thick mane?
Is acquiescence a proper strategy to address
fading mental capabilities?
Maybe. But not yet.
I can still stand up straight.
I can keep my hair long.
I can record my thoughts
before I forget them.
One path, though, is clear.
Age has also rewarded me
with an ever increasing ability to find comfort in my own counsel.
I can finally see the patterns in experience that I wish to embrace,
as well as those to avoid.
Fears fade like the manufactured distractions they are intended to be.
And, love becomes more important,
as I am now most certain that it is
the only thing we will take into the Great Fade.