As I approach 74 years of age, I am happy to see you are growing, not becoming bitter, dreaming and not all nightmares. All things, everything that we agonize over, lose sleep over, plan and think and write out to do lists, they all are just wisps of smoke left behind. Good or bad. Now today. What will I do today. That’s all we have, and that’s all we can handle, says the book I read.
Recurring dreams...meh...they're never the 'good' dreams...hate 'em a ton. But love this piece of writing you did...
As I approach 74 years of age, I am happy to see you are growing, not becoming bitter, dreaming and not all nightmares. All things, everything that we agonize over, lose sleep over, plan and think and write out to do lists, they all are just wisps of smoke left behind. Good or bad. Now today. What will I do today. That’s all we have, and that’s all we can handle, says the book I read.