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Lamentations on the way to tomorrow [212]

It's been a decent couple of days. Got some things accomplished. Feel I'm making progress in coming out of my shell. Having second thoughts about the computer I bought though.

So why a lament? I can't remember passwords. Can't find where I wrote a couple down. Sounds silly until I remember what year it is. It's not pre-password 1990. I got my first computer in 1994.

It's a bit daunting to grow old as the world changes around me. The pace of change makes it difficult as well.

I'm a tad overwhelmed.

And that depresses me. Maybe I long for the simpler life when I would call a friend or drop in to play cards ... face to face without a screen between us.

At least I saw people at market today and chatted at the cafe. In person is so much easier and less stressful.

There is a solution. I could just walk away from anything that annoys me. Live out my life oblivious to the whirl of change rotating around me. After-all, I have no obligation to keep up.

Lamentations on the way to tomorrow

Lately,
hours that once lingered
pass by quickly
as if my life
were merely
a train schedule,
as if arriving late
were not allowed.

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