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Older And The Really Cool Stuff

One of the definitely best things about growing older is the amount of time you have known you friends. They make us stronger, they sweeten our victories and they cushion our defeats. Friends rock, expecially my friends.

One of the downsides of growing older is the amount of time you haven’t known the friends you’ve just met. Last time I looked, fourty was five years away and every time I check it’s getting closer. I meet someone I really like almost biannually and age increasingly comes into my head every time we click.

I say click, but you have to work them in, so it’s more like stickle bricks or tinker toys than Lego, which do actually click. Not that I’ll actually tinker with or stickle any of my friends. Can we move on?

The other thing about getting older is that it’s easier to be thankful. You can pray if you like or believe what you want. It’s all the same to me, but good for you if you’ve got what you need.

But  if you can’t be grateful for really cool stuff then you maybe should.

You can count a blessing without actually being blessed and see goodness without a written sense of good. You have the purpose of morality with a moral purpose and whether you are spritual or not, you can feel your spirit lift and it’s all down to really cool stuff.

3 Responses to “Older And The Really Cool Stuff”

  1. Mr Angry Says:

    I completely agree about the friends.

    I have a theory though that you can only have so many good friends. In my head it works a bit like the football league system, with promotions and demotions abound, and a decision on where to place a new friend invariably means a demotion for someone else.

    There is, after all, only so much of me to go around.

  2. Cliff Says:

    God that is so true! Except because I write under my own name, I have to say that of course I don’t do that, because people might find out they in the Ryman league.

    Not you, of course, Angry. Not you. Heh. God, no.

  3. Ed R Says:

    I’m five years from forty too, only it seems to be getting further away than closer. In fact, forty’s now just a blip on the horizon behind me.
    I’ve got lots of room for teh good friends and the great ones. No fantasy league for me please.

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