My mind swims with words and images. I’m half asleep. Everything seems like a movie I might have seen once a few years ago, but one can’t remember much about it except that certain incidents, characters and settings are familiar. The story itself eludes me.
This is either a shot across the bow by the evil forces of dementia or a warning sign that I’ve bitten off too little of what life has to offer and am merely deeply and seriously bored. Stuck. Just waiting for the end.
On my best days I can delude myself that I’m making progress, but on my worst I’m just bumbling along on auto-pilot. Repeating the same few activities out of habit is not the same as being fully engaged.
Of course, I know the solution is to volunteer my time for some good cause. Join Rotary. Visit orphans and comfort the downtrodden. Embrace some new challenge. Really dive into learning a difficult skill.
I am tempted to delve deeply into Flapdoodle for its own sake. To become the Irwin Corey of meaningless discourse. To ramble to the point of exhaustion.
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Service to others seems like a promising path. I started driving for Uber and find each trip a surprise!
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Well I’m swimming in the same whirl pool as you. I’m spending all my time going to meetings,and practicing surrender.
Hmmmm…. Before enlightened-delusion… ramble on. After enlightened-delusion… RAMBLE ON..!
Have been thinking of you since you sent it. All you really need is to get home more.