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I stood at the window for a while today, looking out at a world where I really no longer belong. I am invisible now, but I don’t mind it.
Almost everything I value is right here in this one little room — my books and music, my pen and paper, my memories.
I’m moving through my later years with care, taking time for a quiet review of my one perfect life. On this one perfect planet.
I've gotten the same sensation of being unseen and that I don't feel a part of things anymore. After having watched older people for years and now that I am over 65, I understand. Perhaps it has to do with our culture that often disregards old age, or more likely it is simply natural that as we get ready to leave this world, we begin to separate from it first in our minds in preparation for our leave-taking.
We keep the important parts and let go of the distractions. They tug at us for a while, but the quiet and peace win every time. Its what we've worked for, and now its here )))))))