Yesterday, George Carlin…died at the age of 71. My Dad always appreciated his humor. And his mark on the world of Comedy surely will live on.
Living to 71, though perhaps not young, just doesn’t seem that old to me. We all go through life believing we‘ll have more time. We know that we’ll have to die at some point but that day is certainly not today, tomorrow, or for years to come. I certainly don’t feel middle aged. My friends have had children into their 40s, yet are statistically middle aged? I still feel like I’m 25 regardless of what my physical body reflects. So the older I get, the further my definition of “old” shifts. Would it be a gift or a curse to KNOW how much time we had in the world?
Thank goodness our future is a mystery.
