I have grown old - ninety one. Increasingly I feel that my time is limited. Speaking only for myself, I believe that extended sobriety has brought me happiness and meaning. The essence is love. That there is something or some One out there who loves me. Perhaps wants me to help others. That I may have done so has brought me happiness. And meaning.
Increasingly I have been concerned at how others, particularly in my native land, seem to have lost their way, obsessed with “self”, greed, “money”, power, lies. A slippery slope to unhappiess and fear. What may happen to those I shall leave behind? I shall never know. But I wish them well.
W.