Well... I'll be 70 soon. All I have to look back on is a history of failure... much of it self-Imposed. I won't be winning any Nobel Prizes either. (Although since they gave one to Bob Dylan, I wouldn't even want one anyway.)

I am still married. (My wife's accomplishment... not mine.) But I have no extended family; and no friends or even acquaintances really... by choice. No good has ever accrued as a result of me having anything to do with anyone. So I just keep to myself. I consider it to be my gift to the world... or at least that tiny portion of it I inhabit. Would it be nice if things could have been different? Yes I suppose it would. But I've come to a point where I'm simply resigned... perhaps even content... to have things be the way they are now.

I enjoy watching the British mysteries they show on our local public television station. One of them was titled: "Wallander". Wallander was a Swedish police detective. Toward the end of the series, Wallander was at the end of his career & was battling Alzheimer's. In one of the last shows of the series, there was a scene where another older man, whom Wallander had known for many years, says: "When you reach my age you come to realize you can only be the person you've always been." This is true for me.