41 years old and loving it
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My metaphysical wonderings have brought me to a tentative notion of why we are here.
This is just something I like to do. Start with a basic premise and ride it out to its most far-reaching logical conclusion no matter how weird. Here is a basic premise I particularly enjoy flogging like the proverbial mule: We are conscious beings who survive physical death.
If that is the case, then reincarnation is probably the rule, not the exception. If we are spirits made of consciousness-stuff then we should possess intent. If we have intent, then at least the majority of us here, farting and waffling around in the human experience, must have chosen this mortal coil for some reason.
What could possibly be the motivation to subjecting one’s self to a highly emotionally charged, often wicked and painful experience? There would seem to have to be a point to it all, like a prize, an achievement; maybe a diploma?–a PhD in material terrastrialism, or something like that. I can’t say I really know.
This is a photo of me exactly 41 years ago, fresh from the oven. Besides standing as an exhibit tending to prove even lawyers were once adorable children, it makes me wonder at what might have been going through my mind. I think I know what I was thinking.
“Oh, shit. No, no, no, no! Not this again? What in the hell have I done to deserve this? It’s not fair. I thought the last life was it. You know, the one when I was a German farmer and my mare temporarily lost her mind and ran the cart right over my head as I was tightening the axil underneath the wheel. Oh well. Fuck it. Might as well make the most of it. Maybe I’ll be a lawyer.”
I’m not one to shudder in fear at aging. Forty was my favorite year yet, and I have no reason to believe that 41 will be a disappointment. The beautiful thing about maturing is that you come to recognize 95% of having a good life is all in your head.
My intent is to get to 85 and see if I feel the same way, and write my own obituary. Until then I’ll keep on riding the roller coaster of love.
See ya’ll. My infinitely patient better half and I are off for for a little get away for the weekend. Keep it real, honkies–and stay tuned, for my Petition for Change of Name.
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It IS an exceptional post~!
Dude, you’re a fuckin’ puppy~! LOL
And
happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy
with a whisper of soda…. I’m buying.
🙂
41?????
Kids eh?
Happy birthday Lawyer. You’re right. 40 turned out awesome, all told. I’m now 42 and this year’s harangues and bullshit aside, I feel just great.
An old professor of mine at Cooper Union (He died 18 years ago at the age of 87) told me that the reason growing older seems to suck, is the impression that there’s less up ahead. after fighting in WWII he said everything looked “smalltime” to him and the 1950s drove him nuts. His answer to that was to have applied for a different kind of license or skill every two years or so for the rest of his life in addition to being an influential sculptor and artist. By the end of his life he had a bizarre assemblage of certifications and skills from dgerees in various martial arts, cooking diplomas from various schools etc. He was working toward a tugboat captain’s license here in New York at the time of his death.
I think “Older” is what we get to be, if we are lucky. We make new friends, try new things and get on with it, so that we will at least have some interesting things to apologize for at the end of it all.
Happy birthday and many more Lawyer.
-SJ
Good thoughts from him SJ. And makes good sense too. Hey maybe I should get a tugboat captains license. It would look good on my resume at the very least!
@Oso, I doubt I could keep up with his pace (His name was Reuben Kadish) but why wait to put together a so called “bucket list?”
I learned to ride horseback (English) in 2005.
I’m taking Hung Gar (Way of the Fist) Kung Fu in November.
I’d like to learn boating and sailing for sure.
Skydiving school in New Jersey is also another one.
Finally learning a few songs on guitar would be real nice.
Happy birthday Lawyer!!!! Go f’ffin’ nuts this weekend.
-SJ
Thanks, SJ. Your prof. Should be an inspiration to us all. When my kiddie clear out, look out world! -The Lawyer
You’re a pup-lucky you. Best wishes and HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!
Feliz Cumpleanos Abogado!
What I notice is people who remember past lives were always someone famous. King Tut,Napoleon,Cleopatra,Queen Victoria. Maybe those are what stand out.I suppose no one would be interested in having been someone chipping at stone in the Serengeti or quarrying rock for some Roman road or being some lowly village lawyer in medieval France.
Forty one’s a breeze man. Wait till 59 like me or 89, like Mike or 99 like Holte.
Gad. Those guys are fucking old. Hahaha.
Yikes Oso, I might feel, I might look it, but I ain’t it.
LOL I sure feel 99 some mornings.
Well happy birthday! You are the grundliest 41 yr old I know. And that is a compliment. Have a good time this weekend, and I will save those birthday spankings for when you return.
I smell a bait and switch. I’ll show up for my birthday spanking only to find Tarin with one of those big menacing paddles, like a cricket bat, with holes drilled in it.
Well only 41, not sure if I can remember that far back. Watch yourself this weekend, have a good one.
I will. Thanks.
Happy B-Day dude!! I thought it was tomorrow??? Have a good getaway, hope it’s not in Texas!@!
It is tomorrow. At 1:43 AM to be exact. Screw it–close enough.