I have this theory about becoming elderly. That in the end of one’s life, all the pretenses dissolve and the world is left with the truest form of what a person has been creating with all his time and effort. Like alcohol or narcotics, old age is an un-inhibitor. It leaves us to ourselves – to our demons, to our healing, to whatever has made it down to our deepest depths and stuck there. One day the world around me will see what I have done with all my years and what is most important to me. They will see the heart I have cultivated over a lifetime. I decide every day what kind of heart that will be,…
A fundamentalist turned freedom chaser with an obnoxiously stubborn faith.