Clarity is rare
There are indeed times of clarity, albeit rare, anymore. I am up again at 5 a.m. drinking my coffee, as the after images of my dreams leave me, thoughts of things I can do, and more of what I cannot do enter my brain. At the end of my first cup of coffee, it becomes obvious I can only do what I can with the provided tools I currently have. I cannot worry about those things I have no control over. In our hyper multi-tasking world, I find these mornings to clear the mind beneficial. It allows my mind to wonder, while I sit in solitude, with no distractions. Some would call this a waste of time. I was one of them. I was always the kid that never could sit still, and bored easily. Now, I enjoy the peace and quite, before the mad rush of work and life hits. Am I getting old? I don't know anyone getting any younger. I find myself gauging my age by seeing how fast my kids are growing up. Perhaps, but with age comes wisdom (hopefully). I am reminded the youth is wasted on the young. I look more toward my elders for wisdom, as I approach that niche myself. Time to get another cup of coffee.
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