Lying About My Age
Jul. 25th, 2005 11:52 amSomeone asked me how old I am today. I told them the wrong thing. It wasn’t an intentional untruth; I’ve simply lost track. I don’t count years the way I used to or put much stock in them
Some indeterminate number of years ago, when I turned 30, I had a brief moment of poignant loss. I felt like I’d come so far in time, but accomplished very little. So many opportunities lost, so many moments not fully lived. I had an overwhelming sense of needing to do better. If I simply had enough time, I’d make something of myself, I was sure.
And therein lies the lie. I’ve since realized everyone who is going to accomplish something “noteworthy” will do so in the span allotted to a human life. And the people who won’t…won’t. Wherever I go, whenever I go, there, alas, am I. *I* am the problem, not my limited years.
So, I got to thinking about all this when I realized I’d innocently given the wrong age. And a story was born.
Stay tuned…
Some indeterminate number of years ago, when I turned 30, I had a brief moment of poignant loss. I felt like I’d come so far in time, but accomplished very little. So many opportunities lost, so many moments not fully lived. I had an overwhelming sense of needing to do better. If I simply had enough time, I’d make something of myself, I was sure.
And therein lies the lie. I’ve since realized everyone who is going to accomplish something “noteworthy” will do so in the span allotted to a human life. And the people who won’t…won’t. Wherever I go, whenever I go, there, alas, am I. *I* am the problem, not my limited years.
So, I got to thinking about all this when I realized I’d innocently given the wrong age. And a story was born.
Stay tuned…
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Date: 2005-07-26 06:32 pm (UTC)*sees glass half full*
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Date: 2005-07-26 08:02 pm (UTC)