So scared of getting older, I’m only good at being young
So I play the numbers game to find a way to say that life has just begun
Had a talk with my old man, said he’ll help me understand
He sat down; “68, you’ll renegotiate, don’t stop this train”
“Don’t for a minute chase the place you’re in
And don’t think I couldn’t ever understand
I tried my hand, John, honestly, we’ll never stop this train”
They say when it rains, it pours. Be that good, wonderful much needed rain after a long drought, or a monsoon when all you could use is a little sunshine. Last week was truly unprecedented with its ups and downs, highs and lows, milestone and celebrations, and a climatic close to the week on Sunday evening. I thought long and hard of what to post to capture my feelings, and truly what best describes me right now is this old but well-listened to track from John Mayer. Getting older is always both apprehensive and simultaneously exciting. Society often dictates how we should and shouldn’t live our lives; where we should be and at what stage and in comparison to our peers, how well we ought to be doing. But at the end of the day, sometimes its best to just remember that trying to stop the train will be of an avail, and to truly be happy, we must all embrace the Endoxist inside each of us; forgo the societal standards and continue to do nothing else but yourself.
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