To be able to change my basic self…can such a change occur in one’s second 50 years on this planet?
Goals change, or do they?
Giving voice to new characters with new storylines is always a challenge.
The willingness to jump into technology that rocks the world will probably eliminate the old me.
Without question, it will.
What happens to all that I love?
What happens about secondary concerns like poverty-related education results that impact longterm social trends?
I am digging deep here because I care about the future, which means I am getting rid of the “I” more and more, staying true to myself and the story/stories I write.
One grows peace in one’s backyard meditation garden with care and decades of seasonal observations.
There is a ghost called “Normal” who chases me. At once, I fear being normal and not being normal. Need there be a winner between the ghost and me?