Living catches up with us quickly when we let everything become routine, become drudgery, become a task to be shouldered through. We stop learning. We quit looking with interest, and we stop being aware of our own needs and feelings. Everything becomes routine and nothing new is on the horizon.
I blame too much on age. It's a convenient excuse. A convenient cop-out. Age has little to do with the blue fog I let settle over myself and the things that I usually care about. It's my lack of energy brought about by my lack of vision. My memory is dulled by lack of interest.
Life has a way of working out to certain ends.
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