On Saturday, as this is posted, I will turn 68. Honestly I am nervous. To some extent I am frightened. My middle brother died two weeks after his 69th birthday. My father died at 72, two months before his 73 birthday. My oldest brother passed away 6 months after his 72nd birthday. 68 to 72 is not very long. On the other hand, my sister has survived much longer than my family's men. And my grandmothers and my mother lived into their eighties and nineties. So, who knows what my potential shelf life is? Do I feel nervous about my birthday? Heck yes. But who knows how long our shelf lives will last?
Lying in bed, I often wonder, what have I done with the precious life I've been given? Have I lived the right life? Have I lived the best life? The most helpful idea I can come up with is that I have had a life better than some and a poorer life than others. Doing the jobs I have done, jobs that have mostly involved people in trouble, maybe through my actions I have created a positive ripple in some person’s life. Maybe by creating that ripple I have improved the lives of others they were involved with.
Truth be told, I am not entirely at peace. Someone suggested to me that I am living my bliss here in Portugal. There is no bliss for me in Portugal or anywhere else. Instead, there is this. I am here in the moment and experience my now with equanimity, non-judgement and acceptance.
For all my plans, desires and hopes I have ended up so far away from the place I thought I would be at this stage of life. Truly the path my existence has taken surprises me. And that is not bad. To be sure I think the route I have walked has surprised quite a number of others too.
If you view me as an old car the following are true. The tires are leaking air, the body is rusty, the engine has a timing problem and the radiator is running hot. Nonetheless I am still on the road. The scenery I pass (and have passed) is pretty and the stops along the way are mostly pleasant. Even if they weren’t I must accept that this route is what it has always been meant to be. I am here and I am now and this is what has been given to me. I try to find contentment in the journey itself.
Though I have regrets, I push them aside to focus on the here and now. If I didn’t I would not sleep at night. As for those few major regrets I have, there is nothing I can do about them. You can't change the past. You can only live with it. Any amends should have been made long ago. Many can no longer be made because the people involved are dying off or are so far away I cannot reasonably reach out to them. For some people, hearing from me would cause pain and that would serve no purpose for either of us. Acceptance. I have lived what I have lived and done what I have done. Hopefully, my behaviors have improved over the years.
Right now, my life needs to be both expansive and intimate at the same time. For me, material possessions are losing importance and meaning. Many memories also have little or no resonance. On the other hand, I find joy and wonder when I ride down to the River Tejo on a sunny day. My smile widens when I hear a dog barking in rhythm with the percussive sounds of a drum circle by the river. As I enter this moment, I am given the opportunity to live, but I am not blissful. Instead, I accept life in all its glory and failures.
For those of you significantly younger than me I say this. And I say it although I know you won't believe me. God knows I didn't believe my father and a hundred other people who told me the same thing when I was young. Take some time friends, and think about what to do next. Try to make wise and reasoned choices, and choices that are beneficial and not cruel to yourself or anyone else. You will be where I am sooner than you might expect.
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