End Game

Time. It certainly does fly. Whether you’re having fun or not, apparently. It stunned me, really, to realize on my recent trip to my college campus that fifty years had passed since I was a student there. Then I realized 20 years had slipped by since my father’s passing. And it’s been sixteen years since I moved to my current home. And a depressing number of folks have died along the way, which is par for the course, I believe.

Anyway, I find myself wondering on occasion, what did I do to deserve a relatively long life. Granted, I frequent doctors, have never smoked, and drink mostly on occasion, but I’ve known lots of good people who did the same and are no longer here. One of those eternal mysteries, which speaks to the basic unfairness of life, in case you need another reminder of just how arbitrary it can be.

I guess the question now is how am I using this time I’ve been given. Traveling, writing and making music mostly. I’ve raised my kids and took care of my wife during her illness. So, I think this is now “me time”, although there might be critics who could point to less than stellar facets of my previous or even current performance, because I’m not without my faults. Still, this is where I find myself. And over the years I’ve discovered there are always points where one can decide to rewrite their story and go in a different direction and this is one of them for me, and it’s most likely the final chapter.