(#6061) My passions are not tempered with age!

      I am glad I found a title for how I am feeling this morning. In my mind I am still looking at existence as I did when I first started out in life. The world is my oyster kind of thing. It is perhaps not the same physically as it was for me back in the 1960's but mentally I am still the same. I have optimism for how my present and future could be and for some reason I can put aside all the problems that reality is confronting me and us with. A sort of peace that is beyond the mundane and hopes for the possibilities that I have envisioned. I know most of what I dream will not occur for me personally but the wishes don't die because logic and common sense say so.
     That is the point I guess that no matter the forgone conclusion I still have dreams of greater more exciting tomorrows. Everything of good consequence I have accumulated in my memory banks are still in play. My experiences are not all done yet and my happiness is still growing. I have concerns and worries but they are just machinations of things not yet set in stone. That is how I live. I only focus on the changeable and leave the already done unchangeable to the history books. Somehow that entails an inspiration within me that is enduring. Was I such a lucky fool to have found a little secret to maintaining a healthy and vibrant outlook?
     Possibly I have this wise nugget. It is that nothing that is still ongoing or completely done cannot change. That is the outlook of an optimist. Someone who always sees the glass as half full. Ready to be filled even further. Clearly though I do get down at times and that is what makes me human. The ability to feel the loss of good possibility when that loss is deliberate. Yet I am not deterred for long and as if by magic I regain my focus and push forward with what is best inside me. So if anything of value I may add here it is to fill yourself with the best things in life and share them like you would air and water. Life is good when we never give up on the passions we felt when we first saw through innocent eyes.