Saturday, August 4, 2018

PEACE & CONTENTMENT Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow


Reminiscing now from this lofty vantage point, I’ve been blessed with a first rate life, with only a few regrets. As a young man life afforded me all variety of opportunities. Those that I pursued I occasionally regretted the next day. The rest I regret now.



During the golden days of youth I tended to envision time as a vast, unlimited resource. Time it seemed was an inexhaustible sea.  Now in the autumn of my life each hour is increasingly precious, and I thirst for each minute as it drips away from an alarmingly finite pool. 



Some days my old brain burns bright as pitch & pine knots, and other days it lays there quiet like and smolders. When it comes to my memory, I much prefer my memory of my memory. My memory today is not like I remember.



Looking back, our lives whiz by before we know what hit us.  We spend our first thirty years thinking about our future, the second thirty thinking about our past, and our last year’s wondering what the hell we were thinking. 



The older I get, the more adamant I become in my belief that we should start out old and grow younger every year. On each successive anniversary of our birth, we could assemble all our friends and family for a truly heartfelt celebration, and joyously remove one candle from our cake. What could be better than spending our twilight years with the carefree hearts of children, when life seemed simple, summer was perennial, and childlike faith assured tomorrows joys?


 “Glad Days Long Ago” is a collection of short stories and reminiscences. It’s an assortment of unrelated windows into my life and time; a compilation of just over 40 pieces I’ve written over a thirty year period. As a result, the compositions are written in variety of styles. Beyond the fact that they are nostalgic windows into the past, my past and the distant past, they are unrelated. The books only flow is the fact that it reflects my life and my interests, from my childhood to the present. The book has no plot, and no villain, other than time itself, and times exasperating inclination to run out.  SC


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