Inconclusive

My best guess is that it was some 20 years ago that the number 100 represented years I wanted to live. This was my request to The Lord, adding that I would like to revisit the matter then to see if I wanted to live beyond 100. It was a prayer of simplicity without conditions, declarations, decrees, or qualifications. It was all about longevity, legacy, serving God and humanity. At that point, the matter was closed. A few years ago, as I was sharing my longevity dream with a friend, he countered with the fact that he'd rather not live that long. For Bob, about 85 years would suffice. So, I concluded that I needed to revisit The Lord with an amendment granting me 'a healthy 100 years'. Having included that caveat, I then felt much better about 100. I must say that my friend's comment about being both aged and healthy was a sobering one of which I took serious note. When I look across the horizon of our shattered world and the challenges to be faced, issues personal, foreign, and domestic that refuse to be silenced, there is a toss and turn in my spirit. Although inconclusive with second thoughts, I'm still inclined toward a climb to 100. 062023PS.