I AM NOT TO BE HUMOURED,PITIED OR PATRONISED;
Life,and time, passes,so quickly. In the blink of an eye, the "here and now" ( i love that expression, coined by soul to soul in one of their many hits ) becomes the "there and then", and then, on the other hand, time seems to drag so slowly, how strange.
I want tomorrow, now.
If only, oh i keep saying that, if only'if only'if only.
What's wrong with me?
A life bereft of vitality.
It's my damned legs, "my ephing legs".
I read somewhere, some doctor claimed, that most peoples' aches and pains could be healed by just a few months ( five or six at most ) off the treadmill that is working life. Yeah right, i think i'll take six months off, just like that, as if.
But my legs are driving me to distraction. The trouble is that in my lifetime my legs have taken such a hammering over the years, but i am so open to the possibilities and opportunities that are out there, mentally, at least i would be, if only the nagging gnawing hurting would stop, it affects my every waking moment.
My doctor says there's nothing wrong with my legs. I actually think that it might be tendonitis, talk about a hiding to nothing.
And so, for now, on this fine and sunny late-September afternoon, i shall just bust open another can, and wait for nightfall.
Something to read might help, but i find it hard to concentrate for more than a few minutes at a time. I have the attention-span of a gnat.
Something to think about perhaps, stimulation,challenge,discussion, a conundrum or two perhaps, but something worthwhile, something relevant, something that matters. Not wanting to save the world, or his dog, just,,,,,,,,,,,,,oh i don't know.
I think too much.
I DID warn you, it's a whinge, that's all. I made my bed and i shall lie in it.
I suppose it all gets a bit much for many of us at times.
If it weren't for my damned legs though.