It is normal that we get old. A real bummer yes, but unfortunately unavoidable. With each year that passes, our lives change, people come and go, births, deaths and marriages. (I prefer the expression, hatches, matches and dispatches!) New friends, old friends, lost friends. Our opinions change, beliefs become either more or less flexible, patience decreases. Wrinkles appear and short term memory becomes an increasing challenge. Doctor’s appointments become an intricate part of your calendar.
But then, some things just do not change at all. Levi’s are always cool. Politicians still lie just as eloquently. War continues to be a practical political and financial bonanza. Lego is still popular with kids. Elvis Presley is still the King of Rock & Roll. And university students are still reading Atlas Shrugged.
Then there is my mind. The body maybe suffering from a little wear and tear, and hurtling towards its use by date, but my mind stays exactly the same. More’s the pity some might say.
I read this description of myself this morning. I wrote it more than ten years ago, and it proves me correct. My mind still truly believes this same lie.
“I am an incorrigible epicurean, whining political sceptic and lascivious pervert. If you have formed a differing opinion, I must tell you that you are probably wrong. Not necessarily though, as who am I to tell you what you think. Perhaps I should rephrase this opening paragraph to read that I love to believe that I am an incorrigible epicurean, whining political sceptic and lascivious pervert. It is a selfish indulgence and an attempt to create a positive image of myself. In reality I am just an ordinary boring Australian male who lives in a semi-perpetual state of driven imagination and wild fantasy.”
Some things just never change.