Again, Again and Again

I repeat “life is a game of chance, a toss-up, a flip of a coin.”

No one plans how or where they are born. We could have been born a “Hitler,” responsible for the death of millions of people.

Be careful of whom you are calling what. The “what” could be you.

Unless I’m sleeping, my busy brain is “awhirl” with thought.

Isn’t everyone’s? My curiosity drove me at an early age to see a part of it.

Too old, too infirmed to travel now, I will leave it to my next life (if I have one).

As knowledgeable as I am, the mysteries of life evade me. 

For sure, I know I will never know, try as I might.

“Morrie,” Betty used to tell me, “stop predicting the future, no one knows what it will be.”

So wise, so right.

My Betsy.

The practical woman I married.

I pat myself on the back. 

It’s good for my ego.

(July 18, 2022)