I noticed a woman holding the hand of a man who was at least three times her age and I could not help but wonder how this came to be. As they strolled hand in hand out of one of the fanciest restaurants in town, she wore a trench coat, low neck animal print blouse, knee-high boots, and a skirt to match. He wore a tan suit, red lapel, rocked a white beard and white long white hair. A possible question in this situation or any situation resembling this one: is it love? Is it security? Is it companionship? Is it a father figure? Of course, no matter what it is, its none of my business and I should get back to writing my book about becoming the real version of yourself, but this world and the people in it fascinate me. Their stories, their choices. You probably, think its a way to keep from gazing at my own life, a way to disengage from the story of my life. The truth is, I’ve never been happier, although I am not naive to think this bliss could last forever – maybe; or just maybe I look at the hard times as a character building activity, one in resilience and perseverance, then perhaps I can have the best life until my last breath. I am fine either way. I’ve come further than I deserve and I am merely grateful to see the rising sun in a world with so much to give, to take, to teach, to disrupt.
Now back to this older man and his younger bride or perhaps back to my work.
