yet another mystery
we don't know... when our mid-point comes.
i'm convinced i'm well past mine, into the latter half, the last one before mortality.
'old people don't like going fast' i texted myself today. i wanted to remember—now that i'm just elderly—one of the defining terms of being old is the desire to go slow. Falls hurt and recovery may have to wait till the next time we're reborn.
it's been three years since... something. think back, was that a useful 39 moons, to you or those you love?
thank you for giving your all.