Everybody dies

 I was visiting with my buddy David this afternoon and we were talking about the whole concept of time particularly in relationship to aging. Now mind you, David is significantly younger than myself I think he's getting up to his late 60s. Distance seem as much now as it did when we were working together. Perhaps that's because of the Aging Factor that age doesn't matter that much after a certain point time wise. What does matter is how Swift the time passes. David made that comment that he could not believe how quickly years were coming and of course I had to reinforce that idea by saying it gets worse as you age and it's true. I see this on a regular basis every night as I say that I'm going to get to bed early and I literally watch the clock tick away the minutes which become ours and I can't seem to get to bed before 11:00 p.m. and more easily 12. Oddly enough this does not necessarily stifle my following day going to bed that late in fact I've kind of gotten used to it. But like I was saying I watched the clock at 9:00 when I say I'm going to do two or three word puzzles and the clock just keeps turning and Ticking and soon it's 10:00 and I tried to do one more puzzle which turns into 11:00 and then I bravely put the pen down actually pencil and move into the bathroom turn off all the lights in the house as I go along that should be apartment sorry. And by the time I get done with my preparations for bed it's 11:30 or quarter to 12:00 and once again I've blown the chance of going to bed early. But what's interesting to me is the fluidity of the time process it just speeds up as I try to get to bed. And I think that's what's happening to me all the time now whether it's getting to bed or getting up in the morning and trying to get something done by 12:00 noon the time is just flowing by rapidly. Monday flows into Tuesday then then Wednesday and soon it's Thursday which means it's coffee social day followed by Friday then Saturday and the week is gone. If I think about it too long I get scared, frightened that this time that I'm passing through the mortal concept of Earth living will soon be passed and then I must contend with what comes next if anything. I have friends that I Revere who have almost got me convinced that there's nothing following this existence but I have a difficult time letting go of that bar I hold on to in my mind. You know staying on third base rather than leading off and trying to slide into home and then tagged by the catcher who's guarding the home plate. I just know there's a sucker punch at the end of that home slide. But it's easier to disregard that catcher And I guess finish up life here on this side of the Veil. I don't have the almost terrifying fear that I used to have maybe it's just turned into apathy about who cares anyway? Everybody dies or so it seems…