06.17.24

4 score and a lifetime ago … okay, maybe it was only 4 years and a life time ago. 4 years since a pandemic started and now has, well, become the new flu. Where I type this, the pandemic was not a thing, but it was. I’m not from where I type this. But I can see the shadowed scars and the haunted look of ignorance. The pandemic was a thing. The pandemic was why I started this website, and at some point stopped typing in this website. Maybe it was the uncertainty of, well, tomorrow. Not the end of the world tomorrow, but the “am I going to get sick tomorrow?”

Interesting enough I have come to a conclusion, at least a thought of these past 4 years and what they mean to me. Not the actual pandemic but the result and consequences there of.

A few years to heal from one ending and another year to realize what is passing by. The whole tripe that “I’m not getting younger” or “I’m too old” is truly bs. not because it isn’t true, but because it limits what you see and allow yourself to experience. But what it also does is freezes you from experiencing life and enjoying it.

Every Christmas there are decorations of snowflakes, frozen in time and dancing upon the gentle breath of air from an open door. Or, maybe the snowflake is a decal on a window, never melting as it is plastic, but becoming brittle with age. Does it bring a smile as you see it, can you place your hand upon it and feel the chill of winter .. sadly no. All you can feel is plastic as it’s frozen, not getting younger and not experiencing anything with you. Maybe this is why we need to learn to enjoy stepping out side a bit more, holding hands with a person, that maybe we have not yet met or not yet had the courage to walk next to. But maybe, maybe we can get to that point and we can be with them and enjoy the snow in winter.

I guess where I’m going with this is realizing that we push pause in life, and sometimes, we need to take a moment and appreciate the day to day and make the plans for the future. Because as the saying above goes, you aren’t getting any younger, but you might be becoming a bit more brittle.

Published by Nathan

My name is Nathan, and I write. Hopefully, I can tell you a good story, that, or we can learn something together.

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