Mirror Image

Aging is like living a completely different life that’s not exactly new to you.

The image you once had of yourself is now exposing who you are—an older white male, both recognizably gray and 19 years old, a split screen of old age and youth.

He’s still up for thinking about stuff like this. His thinking suggests that he’s not too bad off for his advanced age; he’s even modestly proud of his accomplishments, that despite them coming late to him he now finally seemed ready to receive some of the benefit of whatever he was going to become. Yes, he walks now with a little limp, but might be able to get a base hit once in awhile if he was chosen to be a pinch-hitter.

However, at this point in his life he’s in the middle of something he’s just forgotten. Where did he put his reading glasses? Nobody knows. Should he pray? Meditate? No, he was never devout though he once tried to be so; his so-called devotion only lasted 25 minutes or so until he was in trouble once again with the boss.