It’s one of those morning that I realized what I’ve been taking for granted. It’s not family love of affection from another, I understand what those things mean. No, I’ve realized how short-lived youth is and all the abilities we have that dwindle down to barely nothing with old age.
I’m sitting on a stoop of some garden in midtown manhattan waiting to be fingerprinted for a job I’ll begin shortly and it’s about to rain.
Old people don’t go to the city by themselves to do this kind of thing, it’s a weird example for the point I’m trying to make but it justifies it pretty well in my eyes.
I’m here as a pre-requisite for a seasonal job that I’ll have for two months. I’m not tethered to any obligations, I’m a free spirit and my future is mine to do as I wish. I didn’t begrudgingly take the express bus at 6:30 this morning like my fellow passengers, I was excited to come here and sit on this stoop to wait for my appointment time. I’m not stuck in the hamster wheel of a rudimentary job, I’m just testing the waters. I’m doing this because I want to, not because I have to.
We loose our freedoms with age and that’s what scares me most because it’s doesn’t happen all at once, no, but I don’t want to wake up one morning and realize the shackles I’ve been bound to have become visible.
My body will break and my energy will dissipate as I continue to age but I can only hope my soul stays as free as it is today, this is where I’m happy.