When are we humans going to stop trying to be the smartest, best looking, fastest, the tallest, the... anything we dream up as goals? We weren't made for that. We try too hard and find unhappiness. Most of my acquaintances who ran for miles a day, went to the gym five times a week, took on diets, studied for marks all night, grabbed the most money and so on: all, without a one, suffered for it in some way. Today at ninety, I see them with surgery scars, still bent over or limping or too fat or mindless but who spent half their lives trying to avoid just that. I guess I am the bad example. Sure, I tried all those things but it didn't take long before I became bored, or hungry or achy or headachy or not Type A enough to make it to the "best" category. I am average and I am healthy at this age, with a good brain, ears, eyes, stomach and don't take a load of pills for my heart, muscles, bones, head or nerves. That makes me pretty boring, but wowie I am happy and secure, not rich enough to worry about money and best of all happy even though most of my people are gone including my only child and husband, the love of my life. How did I do it? Just lived day by day and kept away from stress and nastiness around me that I stepped over and forgot. I loved as much as I could, once in a blue moon hated for a bit but forgave, adored and respect nature for all that it gives. I don't protest or agonize or worry or fret or yell or bawl or whine or talk about anything that isn't good. I live day to day and love as much as I can just about everything. My time is almost up. I achieved all I needed and am left with genetics that will go on loved very much. My genetics are given with great appreciation and I don't and never did need accolades or rewards or medals. Life simply happened and that's all okay. It's called a good life. All we need.
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