The End Of Summer
“Deep Summer is when laziness finds respectability.” Sam Keen….I refuse to use the word depressed. Prefer denial and easier to deal with. Speaking with my brother this morning, a retired psychiatrist who soon will be 85, we briefly touched on the fact that time is fleeting by. As we get older, it does seem to go faster….and yet faster. What I have said before I will say again. “I will not say, where did Summer go.” I know where it went, it just seems like Spring arrived. To over think , will end up depressing me. Magical thinking on my part, is to just stop the clock. Physically I can’t do that, but emotionally I can just stop looking and listening to the ticking away. So as banal as it sounds, and you hear it over and over again. No choice, but to live in the moment and rejoice.Exalt in the fact you are healthy. Not something to ever take for granted. I did hear a humorous story, that if you are over 65 and get up in the morning and nothing hurts, you’re dead. You do arrive at a certain age, hopefully with some wisdom to pass on to anyone who will listen. You also learn very quickly that there are no do overs….but there are new beginnings. Fall for one. So the best thing is be mellow, chill out and enjoy those last lazy hazy days of summer, and look forward to the crisp air of Autumn. They even wrote a song about “Autumn in New York.” and when the polar vortex arrives this Winter? “In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.” Albert Camus
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