I hope that someday, when I have to be old, I'm not an idiot. I hope I won't survey kids a fifth of my age amidst their lollygagging, whilst making merry in the dumbest of humor as I once did, and think for one instance that I'm above myself to see the purity in unbothered, pointless, shits-and-giggles living. I hope that when it becomes impossible for me to see the point of a pin with the holiest of contact lenses, I'll at least see big white blocks sitting on poles aside the road, assume they still say 55 in this era, and actually go that speed, if not more. I hope that when I'm old, regardless of my physical fortitude, I won't allow medicines to be my ultimate pacifier against inevitability. I hope when I'm old, if I don't have to worry about said physical fortitude, I will make every breath of life a step closer toward establishing an impermeable love and satisfaction for skateboarding, discgolfing, standing on my hands, climbing on top of things, and whatever other interest could slice off a chunk of my mind for pie and dry ice cream fries. I hope that when I'm old, I will have a stone heart.
Thank you very much, old smiling couple that wave to me in their portable sunroom thing, every day upon entrance of my neighborhood. And you too, Mr. Probably-In-His-50's-Old-Man that asked to play ahead of my group in a round of discgolf, and consequently ran the hole. Not walked.
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