Me, Myself, and as a bystander, I

 

Today I had a chat with myself.

I’m not talking figuratively, I actually spoke out loud – it was like two half-wits conversing. Not something I’m proud of but I needed it.

I’ve not always succeeded – in fact failures stack up far higher than successes, including buying this keyboard- I apologise for the typos.

I’m 70+, emphasis on the “+”.

I live as I deserve, but more importantly, as I have wanted.

I needed to talk to myself because I still want things – things I don’t need nor will use.

The thing is that, barring a ladder, I need nothing of importance and, should need arise I can wander down to the local town or hook up my PC and get what I want.

There lies the problem!

Man, and I qualify by birthright, is programmed to fight for what he needs. To struggle to attain things that make his life better or more comfortable.

Even an old fart like me actually needs that struggle.

If it’s not there neither is our sense of purpose.

Today I kept asking myself why, or why not?

I decided that I don’t know.

I decided that when I gain the wisdom that supposedly comes with old age I’ll be able to figure it out.

You’ll know when that time happens – the shock/horror headlines of the day will tell you.