Do you ever wonder what life will be like when you’re old and grey?
Sometimes when I walk around town, I look at all the old men and wonder if I’ll be the same way. Will I be sitting in a park somewhere feeding the pigeons? Asleep on a park bench? Watching construction workers putting up a building? Casually strolling through the streets? Sitting on a balcony, rocking?
…I don’t know. I think it’ll be great to be old and still be living without too many ailments, with my wife by my side, grandkids frolicking in the yard. Being able to look back on it all and simply state: “it was a good life”…
I guess I’m in a bit of a weird funk today.