An illuminating middle age perspective on being somebody. I am now in old age... I could worry about whether I had ever been anybody before the 20 years since I retired? Then widowhood and living solo... being a very minor somebody in the grander scheme of things. I am finding that living alone forces me to acknowledge the significance of being in my place on a daily basis in the here and now. There is nothing else.
An illuminating middle age perspective on being somebody. I am now in old age... I could worry about whether I had ever been anybody before the 20 years since I retired? Then widowhood and living solo... being a very minor somebody in the grander scheme of things. I am finding that living alone forces me to acknowledge the significance of being in my place on a daily basis in the here and now. There is nothing else.