Sometimes as we reach different plateaus in our lives, we experience epiphanies: a realization of the reality of our situation. They mostly come in surreptitious glimpses, but sometimes, rarely, they rush over us like the water in Niagara. Trust me on this.
You don’t have to agree or disagree (that is, if it dawn's on you just what the heck I’m talking about). We live a restless life. Even when we are calm, we are restless. And we are so because we are forever in-quest-of until one day, for absolutely no reason, we're not.
Elusive nonsense.
And here’s the kicker, by the time we grasp that tiny bit of information, we’ve nearly finished. Ironic, isn’t it?
If you would’ve asked me then, I would’ve told you, I'm the exception. But that’s if you would’ve asked me then. Ask me now, and I’m not so sure I could give you the same answer. I’m not so sure I would want to.
My mother thinks she is the exception. She doesn’t know that she started looking shortly after my father died (same age as I am now. Just to put it in perspective). She either truly doesn’t know or has chosen to ignore-and-deny. My guess is that she has chosen the latter, as, I suspect, so will we all.
So my dears, the next time we’re in my garden, and you just happen to, through a furtive glance, catch me looking, please ignore. Plausible deniability.
Uh?
What? ……
…… Ah
Both photographs of Niagara Falls, New York and Canada
taken off the net....author unknown to this writer.
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