When Futurists Retire

My philosophy has always come from the best sources that I can find. Pythagoras, Don Garlits, Mae West, Jesus, Howdy Doody, Grandma, Buddha... you know, the usual suspects.

Recently, while wasting time on social media or doing important research, depending on whether you lean towards Howdy or Jesus, I came across a rambling stream from Brigitte Bardot about the joys of old age.

She theorised that anxiety is nothing but worry about the future. At some point, there is no future.

Once again, I take my wisdom where I find it. She was already on the list. I guess you knew that.

Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.

 

What I Don't Know

Wisdom, I always assumed, meant an abundance of knowledge. Now, don't misunderstand me- I'm not making any claim to wisdom here. I have to admit that getting older and accumulating a few more facts has changed me somewhat.

If there's anything that I'm sure of at this point, it is that I don't know much. My convictions are all about love and kindness. I suppose they always have been.

Every living thing thrives with love and I'm not sure that the same might not be true for most inanimate objects. Hey, what have you got to lose?

Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.

 

Sunburn Memories

 

Cake for breakfast, veggie hot dogs for lunch and now we're putting away the crisps, or potato chips as the colonists say, as though these are the last ones on earth. Don't worry- we spent a good fifteen or twenty minutes at the gym.

If these are the end times that those lunatics pray for, I don't want to leave a tart behind.

Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.

When Dreams Collide

There are those who remember every perceived slight. Even those that didn't occur. 

Buck up, they say.

What, and end up like the rest of them?

 

Green Bananas and Morphine

When I filled her prescription for morphine, it was for a ninety day supply. Hansel had told me that she had three months. Every morning, as I took one tablet out, I counted my blessings. By the time that the last few pills rattled around the plastic bottle, my heart was in pieces. 

Sure enough, just as we got to the last dose, I knew it was time to make the call. It was the longest three months of my long life and the shortest; the sweetest and the saddest.

These days I notice the level of every bottle of shampoo, every decanter of brandy. I don't want to miss a moment.

Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.

 

Rattler's Pup's Pup

So you are pretty sure that your idea of the world is the real story and that the rest of us have it all wrong, right? The ones who see it the most like you are the ones that come the closest to having it right. Right? Am I right?

That means that only one of us has it right. What if that one died last Wednesday? Or six hundred years back! 

You do realise that your odds of winning a lottery, any lottery, are way better than your world vision being the one, right?

What if nobody has the winning ticket? Hey! That's more or less my idea, so that one can't be right under my own rules.

I'm still holding up mirrors to mirrors.

Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.

 

I've Heard Them

Just when you think luck has nothing to do with it, another pot of gold shows up under some rainbow that you never noticed in the middle of your backyard.

I've heard it all ends. I suppose it has to eventually.

Make hay while the sun shines. That, or do one of those other things that wiser, older folks always suggested.

Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.