While purchasing a few volumes of poetry found at the "Friends Store" of the public library, the lady minding the cash register asked me if I write poetry? Fearing that she was going to ask me for an example ..... "No not really, a little bit, not very well, but I try."
I spoke those words as one sentence without the commas!
I can't sing or write songs. I can't draw. I sure can't dance or paint. But I do actually think I could become an accomplished poet .... That is if I had the dedication, commitment, fearlessness and intensity!! But if I was possessing of those qualities, I also think I could be a mediocre but serviceable professional basketball player. Even at going on age 62. Because I do feel the passion! I do have that aspect covered!!
Just possibly more so for the works of others.
Doesn't everyone feel some sort of calling in life? It's just louder and more necessary for some people. And more identifiable for some. And sometimes you end up settling for less. Not that I think there's anything wrong with that.
____________________________________________________
I see these homeless people around town on cold evenings like tonight. I think that may be the main reason that I can't settle on an age for a retirement goal. I'm scared to death of somehow losing my pension and social security benefits and ending up in the same homeless situation. So I just keep planning on going to work each day, while all around me, people my age have retired, are in the process of retiring or have a definite retirement time that they are moving towards.
No comments:
Post a Comment