More than two bits… it is change.

Today, my Dad asked me to fix his Norelco Shaver. He is in his ninth decade…. and has been using an electric Norelco Shaver as long as I can remember. I was happy to make the repair… and thankfully, I could. But HE is the one who used to do all the fixing.

“Dad, can you fix my bike?…  Dad, I struck out in my last at bat, and we lost the game. Please make it better…..  Will you take a look at my car?….  Dad, I start a new job tomorrow and I’m nervous.”      But today, I was fixing something for him.

Things change.

My Mom used to be the best cook in the world. She loved photography. And knitting and sewing. These things don’t come so easy to her any more. Truth be told… they don’t come much at all.

Everything is in a state of change in this little thing called life.

We are all getting older by the nanosecond. With each tick of the tock…each and every one of us are aging.  Growing old.  It is inevitable.

For the most part… I am glad for this. Oh, it is true….. I am not as young and spry as I used to be. But with each of these passing years, I have discovered things about myself…. in ways that I never could have imagined in younger times.

Change. Sometimes it is very hard. Other times, transformations are a welcome phenomenon.

When we are young…we have this misguided notion of infallibility… of certainty. We think we are unbreakable.

But the fact of the matter is… we are all very vulnerable. We are susceptible to all sorts of life’s mysteries. Sometimes this is fortunate, and other times it is not.

I don’t know if I really have much to say about all this… other than it just seems to me… this is how it works.  We are trying to keep our balance on this huge ball… which is looping a very big sun… indefinitely.

Tonight I am glad to be sitting here, writing… at this very moment. It is obviously, exactly where I am supposed to be.

And tomorrow….. I may be the one who does the fixing… or I may be the one who needs the fixing.

I think… THAT is just how it goes.

The secret of genius is to carry the spirit of the child into old age, which means never losing your enthusiasm. – Aldous Huxley

The old believe everything; the middle aged suspect everything: the young know everything. – Oscar Wilde

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