Thursday, March 19, 2015

A Pirate scoffs at 50...

                                                                  It is done...
                            I have crossed the archaic bridge that cynically and sarcastically marks half a century. Lots of smart money was lost on this one, in Vegas...
                                          My initial expectation was to dry up into a burger sized pile of dust, ( Had to get in a burger reference, of course! ) and be blown into the ethers, by my children's tailwinds, as they ran out the door, to catch their morning school bus...
                                              I outsmarted that one, by sleeping in...
                       No dust. No puff of smoke. I still have all the hair I had yesterday...
                                          Hold the bald jokes, please... It is my birthday...
                                                                  Fifty years old.
                                            Anybody who knows me understands the impossibility of that. Perhaps the calendar marched forward, but my brain must have been busy with reruns of " Gilligan's Island", or researching articles on homemade 3D scanners, for prototyping.
                          I may have been lost in contemplation, collating the damage done to the human spirit, due too excessive donut lack. I have no clue. I may not even have really been here, according to Einstein...
                                    Whatever the cause, I definitely missed it. 
                                   This body may have possibly existed that long, ( longer, if you add in the nine month gestation period that I evidentially endured) but that is not me...
                                                             It never has been...
                 The best of me, the best of us, the only part that really matters, is much different.
                                     We all are ageless, timeless spirits, planned by God from the beginning of His Creation.  I, as you, were planned as Angels were being made.  We may not have existed yet, but we were fully made , already in Gods thoughts...
                                  I venture to say, that is pretty darn close to the same thing...
                                                                    Denial?
                              Scientifically, the atoms that build this biological structure I'm presently entrapped in, are as ancient as any ocean or mountain...
                                I am that old, at least all of those little thingies that build me, are..
                           I was fifteen when I turned thirty seven, by most reckonings. Been there and did most of it before I hit twenty...
                                                      So how do you quantify age?
                                          Personally, I have been working backwards, 
                                                             Mostly unlearning....
                                          When I finally reach the point where all the knowledge retained in this mega noggin is one simple yet irreplaceable fact, that I am a product of Gods Grace, created to love Him and all others, for His Glory, then I believe I will be truly " grown up"...
                                          ...  And there ain't no timeline for that.
                                       Well, there is, but presently, He's not sharing it...
                                      Am I waxing philosophic, or playing hide and seek with a closer and continually creeping realization of this " selfs" mortality?
                                                       How would I know? 
                                 I'm still trying to figure out how old I really am..
                                                 I am slower, but kinder...
                                                 Less dynamic, but simpler..
                                My eyes are weaker, but my souls sight is much improved..
                                       What matters is not limited by human vision.
                        I listened to Jimmy Buffet this morning and smiled as he spoke of turning forty...
                                                                      Me? 
                               I failed miserably at algebra and am not to fond of numbers.
                                                      So to heck with fifty...
                                                         Ageless. Timeless...
                                                      That's me... I'll take that...
                                         

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