BAM – just like that, Snoopy takes a big old shit on any of my hoped-for ideas of pretending that everything was cool in a delusional but safely-emotionally-dead way, as this philosophical post rears its head and gives me another gut-punch. Like all things that really bother me and stick somewhere in my brain, it’s bothersome because it must ring partly true. Or at least some part of me thinks so.
Yes, I suppose the truth is that at my age I’ve lived more years than I’ve got left. Most of my friends have. We don’t much notice because we’re all doing it together. Maybe none of us thought enough to point it out. Maybe the others have wisely pretended it away. It’s true, but it feels like it’s not because I don’t feel like I’ve accrued enough wisdom to have it be so. Maybe… so many maybe’s in this post. I’m embracing that, because when over half your life is done, you want a few more maybe’s – you know how soon they will end.
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