Physical problems aside, I’m enjoying being 77. All the things I've done in my life, the experiences, people, places and thinking about all of it over the years. How I've let some change me, but rejected others to become the happy man I’m comfortable with. I like me. I love the differences in life, that's where all the flavor and texture are.
It concerns me knowing the final gate or door looms just beyond the horizon and, like everyone in all of time, I’ll have to walk through it. I've spent my life cultivating understanding and acceptance and I've left many smiles, laughs and, I hope, understanding along my path.
I am a Taoist.