Human Entropy

Beauty withers as we age. Our looks recede to the passing of time no matter how hard it becomes to maintain some sense of outward beauty. Yet, I like to think that our inward beauty always grows within us.

There are times when I hear someone comment that I should exercise more to lose my belly fat, though that is the only part of my body where my fat resides. Why, in fact, do people give unsolicited advice at all? Do they have the capability to think cognitively, or just like to blurt out their thoughts at will? These, and many more questions, will not be answered at all, any time soon.

I don’t mind aging. Yeah, it can be a bummer at times, and yeah, death can consume my thoughts at time. I have already written about all this already and I don’t feel the need to explain this at the moment. The thing is, with me, is that I enjoy the process of entropy. In my mind, there is no telling what happens when we decease. Though some people like to think there is a continuation in the afterlife, it is out of my realm to control. I guess I will see when I get there. Or I won’t.

I still think of myself as young in the mind; Physically, is another story all together. I’ve come to the realization that I am no longer in my twenties or thirties. I’m Sixty now and people tell me I don’t look sixty. I don’t know what sixty looks like. To me it’s just a number. I’ve accepted my aging. I don’t care to ‘Man Groom’ myself to have an outward presence that others can look at. Accept me as I am.

The only thing that I have truly gained in life is experience. I take that as a win, because it can never be taken from me.

I have no need for carnal activity anymore. I prefer my company with my thoughts. I enjoy the silent meditative aspect of this. I only know what I know, and I still enjoy learning and questioning life. That is where my fire burns brightest. Yes, I would love to have a small group of friends to gather with, but I’m not really alone when I am alone. Truth be known, I don’t have friends and haven’t had any for a long time. I have acquaintances and work colleagues, and I am happy with that.

I don’t believe in a god. I never have. That doesn’t resonate with me. Why look outward when I can look inward for inspiration, for morality, for humanness. Why give all the credit to an entity that has never once shown itself? I own everything that happens to me, and that makes me responsible for my actions.

In my life, I have learned a lot from watching others make their mistakes, and their drama’s in life. I’ve done my best to steer clear of this, though I have failed many times. But failure doesn’t really exist in my world. I prefer to call it learning.

First impressions aren’t always first impressions. I hate the expression that “you only have one chance to make a good first impression.” I find those kind of people, who use this as a prerequisite in meeting people, shallow and unimpressive. When you first meet anyone, you don’t know their history one iota. Put your goddamn ego aside for just once in your goddamn life and learn that person’s story.

Yeah, so aging… Hmmm,…. It’s weird, it’s wonderful and it can be right royal shitty. I think that covers the scale, but not necessarily in that order. And it will end someday. What lies beyond is still a mystery. I’ve said before that I don’t remember anything before my life and I think that will resume after I am dead.

What I will miss is You, my music, cycling, drumming, the sky (both at night and the day), chocolate milkshakes, writing, and cheese pizza. I will also miss thunderstorms. If I remember anything at all.

I imagine that upon death, it will be like laying down for a sleep as my body relaxes into the unknown. Which makes me think that I will miss waking up in the morning and being with my family. So the only thing I can do is enjoy the aging process until the end.

And that my friends is the end of this article. See you! Later Daze!!