My Friday Lament

Could not have said it better myself–

Waiting for the Karma Truck

I want to be young again, but I really don’t want to re-live all the lousy stuff that occurs in the normal course of growing up.

I want to be old enough to fully accept that ‘legacy’ has nothing to do with what I did for a living, but what I did with my life – and that it mattered.

I want to find my waist again.

I want my waist not to matter as much as the shape of my soul.

I’d like to have no regrets, yet I regret that I think one can’t live without them.

I want to be remembered despite not having any wish or intent to go anywhere which would prompt people to miss me.

I wonder when I’m going to feel like I’m making my mark, yet delight in doing nothing but watching two fawns practice leaping in my backyard.

I miss the…

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Freaky

English: Ray Bradbury’s signature (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

“For I am that special freak, the man with the child inside who remembers all. I remember the day and the hour I was born.”  ~ Ray Bradbury, Zen in the Art of Writing

What is the first thing you remember? The first thing I remember is the birth of my younger sister when I was three. Not my own birth. Thank goodness!