As the years go by I find myself wondering if my current life is the final landing spot, the place I grow old and die. Something inside me says I don’t know. I have a pretty good deal going on, a nice home, a good woman, a sweet cat and a job that lets me take the summers off and travel. I’m also blasting my arteries out every morning with a fruit smoothie from hell that may actually let me live a few years longer.
The question remains, is this where I choose to die and is this not the question we should all be asking ourselves? We should be able to sit in the rocking chair on our front porch and be content that this is the place.
I’ve made friends here and people respect me. A lot of people in this valley have trusted me to transport their kids safely over the years, and I have without fail. I think most of them would come to my funeral and say nice things.
But, is this what life is about? Finding a place to die with integrity? Or, should we be living our life towards the ultimate destiny that satisfies our soul?
(A little sketch I made tonight…)