Wednesday, February 20, 2019

Around the next bend...

It doesn't seem real.

Six years after the surgery changed my life, I wait for answers. I tell myself that it could always be worse. And I wait.

Life is funny. It chugs along like one of those old wooden roller coasters that have fallen out of favor. You go up, you go down. You can't wait to get off, then you miss the ride once it's gone.

I want my life back. It's difficult to sit idly by while the world passes like sands through the hour glass, to coin a phrase.

Six years.

I don't recognize the country anymore. It's having a nervous breakdown. We've been here before, but this feels different. Way too much anger. Way too much noise. Braggarts and bombast are in fashion. I despise both.

So, I listen to "Gunsmoke," laugh with Jack Benny, fight crime with Yours Truly, Johnny Dollar. I get by.

All I know is to keep going forward. I'm not giving up. Never.

Maybe the answer lies around the next bend.