The walk to the bank at 10PM started off well, until I happened to see someone walking in the same direction. We kind of started walking next to each other and within seven minutes he was gone. I cursed his foot speed and determination. His spry steps and his youthful acts; tapping his hand on things to make a drum out of them as he strutted. I reached the halfway point and my hip began to ache. Reaching the bank, I entered and began to sweat. By the time I was halfway home, my shirts was soaked through on the back and starting on the front. I made my way up the hill and to my door. I was soaked. Cold water trickled down my throat, relaxation set in. I was happy I walked, but the pain I will feel today will be tremendous. It's how it goes. I'd love to be young again and walk without pain. To be that drumming young man, with the bounce in his step. I was that guy many moons ago.
Most people I know do not care about knowing the truth or facts, they only care about being the one who passes along information. I wonder if I could privately ask people why they use social media (honestly), what their reason would be. I don't think people without a sense of humor, realize how much fun the world can be. Even during the hard times. So many of us spend time thinking of mistakes and regrets, but if we really think about it, we've probably dodged more bullets than missed boats. You know when you sit by yourself reading, sipping some coffee or tea and you don't think about anything, but what you're doing? That!
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