Imagine That

I am/turned/became/was/could be/celebrate becoming sixty today.

Imagine That!

But it’s just a number/idea/concept/dream/word/moment in time that disappears as soon as it arises.

There are a multitude of point of view to pretty much everything. That’s my overwhelming feeling today. I find them all competing for attention in my head. Not just today mind you. And whenever that competition for attention plays out, I get a headache.

I suspect that my head, and yours too, contains absolutely everything.

My ability to focus, on the other hand, is limited to one thing at once.

And the best present I can give myself will always be that.

Just this.