Now that I’ve been promoted officially into my sixties (phone calls, texts, songs, gifts, and cards to prove it), I hope I will remember mine. I want to be there for the whole set of my sixties (what? he was referring to a different sixties?).
I woke up with the realization that I gained one more year. Is it lost or gained a year? If you lived it then consider it a gain. As the years accumulate I’m sadly reminded of travelers I’ve encountered who had their accounts closed out much early. Your journey’s end can be shocking surprise.
I don’t see it as living on borrowed time because I don’t know anyone I could borrow time from, nor have the wealth to borrow it. No it’s a non-taxable free gift. (earlier thoughts on turning six again)
Bell bottomed pants, paisley shirts, nehru jackets (the Beatles had a big influence) were pieces of my past. You didn’t need to be at the “happening” to know about it. Back then you read about it in a magazine or learned about it in a song (no youtube clips of it).
Each of us are our own happening.
Hey life, look at me
I can see the reality
'Cause when you shook me, took me, outta my world I woke up
Suddenly I just woke up to the happening