Saturday, May 21, 2011

Maybe We Should Have Paid More Attention to Grandpa...


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 Aging is a part of life.  As the years pass, we share new experiences, gain new knowledge, and learn about the meaning of life and our place in this world.  This place where we ultimately decide we belong depends largely on how our mind is molded in our earlier life.  And with every year that goes by this line of thinking shifts and solidifies until, in most cases, our ability to reason rationally disintegrates into an amorphous mess of disconnected thoughts, wrinkles, and often times endearing far-off stares.  And drooling.

Near the end, our opinions are unwavering and concrete, and our deep-rooted prejudices towards the minorities who bombed our countries half a century ago are accepted.  And eventually, we start dropping like flies.  Like an old man at my local McDonald's once said: "When you're my age, reading the obituaries is like going to a party, because all your friends are there."  He also said, "When I was a kid I used to climb on top of my garage and pretend I was a hawk, except I didn't use the umbrella."  Although, to this day, I haven't the foggiest idea what he was talking about.