I am of an age where I’m aware … gratefully aware, that I have less road ahead of me than I do behind me. That’s “this life.” That’s my humanity. It’s not an atrocity. A cruel joke or unfair. It simply is.
I live in and through an Ultimate Authority in an infinite “universe.” That’s the word we humans came up with, so that’s what I have to express myself here and now.
My life has not been a straight line. Nor a flawless, smooth road. What is that anyway!? Where did that come from as an “ideal” … or the “right” or “best” or “only” way to measure a life? And whose idea was it that a life, any life, can or needs to be measured? I’ve allowed a Higher Power to lead me to better decisions. Even some good decisions. To be free of the burden of the past and the familiar (not necessarily reality-based) valley of regrets.
Comparison is a child of the ego. It bears no fruit and promotes and strengthens fantasy. If I want to check out of the here and now, comparison is a ticket on a lear jet.
Faith & Roses 
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