At 37
The actuaries say that close to half of my allotted time is up. My uncle, an ER physician, tells me that if you make it to 60, you’ve done very well - the rest of the time spent in samsara is a bonus. My patience wanes: I find myself a tad more cantankerous than I was ten years ago. I am not so sure of my convictions and seem to re-think my position on almost every political issue more than I ever have. In knowing that there is no certitude in what I once considered the truth, I think I am perhaps a little wiser. As the Buddha might say, nothing is permanent, all is truly in flux. Though more realistic about what I can do in this world, I have not lost my ambition completely - I continue to recklessly dream. There is a tiny girl who will look to me for guidance, love and protection into her adulthood, and I happily bear my responsibility.
