I Can'T Escape the Clouds
At the ripe old age of seventy something
one begins to notice the clouds that have formed
in the mind creating a veil betweens one's
consciousness and the world around them.
It seems that things that were once important in one's
youth and middle age now seem to appear as almost
meaningless, hidden behind the clouds as vague recollections
of someone else's life.
The frequency of friends and relatives passing becomes more
intense and a feeling of being alone even when surrounded by a
crowd begins to invade one's mind leaving one searching through
the clouds for the necessary meaning to what life lay ahead.
Daily thoughts turn to examining all of life's possessions and a
burning desire to divest oneself of "things" that were once
important to you becomes a daily occurrence and one drifts
through endless hours unable to clear the clouds and begin the
task at hand.
Thoughts turn to the nature of man and his seemingly insatiable
quest to choose evil over good and the clouds darken from white
to grey to black because one feels helpless to change that which
seems to be predestined.
Every day becomes a battle to clear the clouds so one might reclaim
the exuberance of youth and the feeling that there are more worlds
to conquer ... but alas, the clouds drift in suffocating the mind and
all energy is once again lost.
It would seem that we are here only for an instant. A life is no longer
than the twinkle of a distant star. The clouds that gather as our internal
light begins to dim is but a reminder that all life must ultimately come to
an end. And such is the cycle of life.
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