Age and time

Age and Time

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When age and time become the arbiters, what else to do but fall into place when the wheel of thought turns the mind inside the head on the pillow to yet another thought progression that yields observations of a life lived with a dilatory pace…

Many of us like labels for describing a person, Mover, Shaker, Loner, Conservative, Liberal, Laggard, Aggressive, Romantic, Practical, Busy-Body, Wanderlust, Vagabond…

The list would go for pages…

There is no difficulty in recognizing me in some of those labels – undoubtedly, two head the list: Romantic and Wanderlust, with others connected. Those people who read my books, my blog posts, will easily figure me out.

It often occurs to me that, for many of us, ageing brings spells of introspection. While not an earth-shattering thought, introspection is actually a natural partner as we grow our gray. I suspect that ageing for many is simply a stage in the evolutionary process, a process causing no philosophical side-trips of regret and self-scourging…for some, a time of happy torch-passing and a lifetime of nurtured faith.

Okay, what’s with all the rambling?

 As those precious few who read my posts know, I am not a happy torch-passer, and, while I have heavy respect for Faith and its promises, a reasonable certainty that this orbiting craft did not come from a ‘big bang’, my mind is too over-active, still too enamored and tortured with a past that got started all wrong. I hate old age… I want to go back and do it over – the right way this time, without the mistakes and tomfoolery.

So, one might say that some of my posts might belabor that past and some of its events, alluding to a poor me persona, a pattern of mis-treatment, no breaks in life, cry baby, cry…

If that implication is there in what I write, it is true, and truth (it is said) can set you free. At times, I feel the relating of a particular factual post might have some value to someone. Other times, I feel that few people wish to read doom and gloom in Bio-type posts. Then I might regret writing it.

So, what is the essence of this post?

Well, I can write honestly that this is not the post that came to me on that pillow at 4:00 AM this morning. It does, however, convey some thoughts that I think might be of interest to some who have had similar early morning pillow experiences.

I am thankful there are some readers of my posts, and I follow quite a few… The problem is I can still write, but my eyes cannot handle a lot of reading. So, to expect a blog follower that I don’t regularly read to respond to my posts rings of ridiculousness.

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 BR Chitwood – August 22, 2020

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9 comments

  1. Billy Ray, I relate to your early morning conversations. Especially when I’m working on a story, time is not my own. I awaken at all hours and listen, envision, and otherwise enter another world. It can be overwhelming. My WIP is now in the final editing process. It’s a military thriller involving Heads of State, multiple countries, several military bases, all kinds of unspeakable armaments, and the Joint Chiefs of Staff. I’ve learned incredibly. Thank you for sharing so deeply–about a process writers find difficult to express. ♥♥

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  2. No matter how much you want to play grumpy old man you are still a sweetheart down deep. Forget the past. It’s done. You have had a meaningful life filled with successes and failures but now isn’t the time to dwell on either. A beautiful day? Now that is something to dwell upon. Here take this Willett and sit a spell.

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