Now work with me here. Just suppose you could live until say, one hundred and ten, or one hundred and twenty, in equivalent health. Would you want to? For me the answer is simple: In a New York second. Yes!
I think there should be a rule. No one over seventy can run for political office and there should be term limits requiring retirement if an elected politician turns seventy while still in office.
From May 1st to September 30th each year my wife Mac and I live in a small conclave of about one hundred senior citizens, about an hour north of Nanaimo, BC. It is also the summer home to the wildest congregation of characters I have ever known. It’s where Schitt’s Creek meets a seniors home.
I’m yearning for some sameness, something universal that all humans understand and seek. Something that has never changed and never will. And I may have found it in Canmore, AB.
Do you think a concert cellist got it right the first time, or the one hundredth. Or the thousandth? Of course not, that would be unreasonable. A cello is so hard. AND so is life! And making mistakes is all a part of it. But do we stop trying? No, of course we don’t. We try again. The cello is no an easy instrument.
A year ago my best friend died. Not a day I don’t think of David Larsen. No man, save my father and my two sons has had more impact on my life. No man, save my father and my two sons have I loved as I have David. On the anniversary of his death I am feeling reflective. I miss him.
Writing for profit is a fool’s game. I don’t, I write for myself. Some of my writing is profound, some is important, but most of it is neither of those two things. I am at my best as an observational humourist, filtering the mundane through the ‘amusing’ lens and writing.
David Sedaris is a great American observational humourist and he has unknowingly guided me as I spelunked my way through many a dark, confusing writing tunnel. He taught me to stop worrying about inspiration. He says that human beings are very funny, hilarious at times. The knack he says is to get better at seeing it. He is right, if I have grown as a writer it is because I am better now at ‘seeing’ us as we are, simple and complex, shallow and profound, tragic and hilarious. We are endlessly fascinating, a never ending source of writing inspiration.
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