Growing Old
Am i rushing things up? I’m not that old yet but we all know how we are, always trying to peep into the future. There are times when i just sit and think of what life’s gonna be when i’m old. I have this scene over and over in my head where i’m living in a cabin deep in the forest, with no computers, no tv, no money but with a transistor radio, a cellphone and a 4×4 car. This is my dream; this is what i’m wishing for myself when i retire; this is the life i’d like to live. Raising some chickens, cows, goats with a dog and a horse a monkey perhaps, lots of trees, vegetables and flowers, bonsai. Probably a butterfly garden. As much as i would like to keep a zoo that would probably be difficult since i’ll be old then but i’ll keep my garden so beautiful that i’ll open it for public viewing during weekends.
My time will be spent tending my backyard, fishing and (i would love to learn how to wood sculp so i don’t really have to buy my furnitures) and wood sculpting. In the afternoon, it’ll be good to paint, play the guitar or just simply doze off in a rocking chair (where i’d probably die of old age—>> cliche?) I’ll take my jeep, drive down the city to update myself, visit relatives and friends bringing something from my garden.
Thinking of those, calms and soothes me… snapping back to reality, i’ll think of how much of that will come true…these? Old, no money, cellphone, garden, the occassional visits to loved ones? As i mentioned, i’m not that old yet but in my journey, those things would be a constant resident of my thoughts.
‘The leaves are falling, the sky is getting darker;
The day and the night almost touch each other;
The wrinkling of skin, missing memories;
Time grows nearer, Lord, you’ve got to hold my hand.’ mgm
Wow! A hundred days!!! Well, i should probably start working on thickening my skin for this one!!!