Something happens once you pass sixty years old. Speaking for myself, you become more in tune with…..with…absolutely nothing. Or at least it feels that way sometimes. I keep waiting to become more in tune, but I’m 62 (or 63) now and I am still off-key and often tone deaf.
Any moment now all the wisdom and ease and acceptance should be kicking in. Any moment now. And yet…
I don’t even really get the cha-cha-cha step. How is it done? I see it – I observe the motion — I cannot grasp it in practice. So how can I be expected to grasp the intricacies of existence?
It’s not that I’m giving up. I won’t give up on the possibility of genuinely internalizing the wisdom I’ve come upon through the years. I still believe I will grasp it on more than an occasional basis and it will enable me to just live; live, without all the second guessing and frantic speculation and bru-ha-ha. But will I cha-cha? I do not know. I believe it could happen.