Would you consider me being too ludicrous if I made a simple statement: Life is made of reality. That is five words that tell us the truth of each day without the need for literature and poetry. Literature and poetry are wonderful but those who write that stuff are writing that stuff while the rest of us are dealing with day to day, hour to hour, second to second reality. Poetry kind of loses its impact when a person is throwing up or tending to a broken bone or in the middle of a war trying to stay alive.
I come from reality. My life including and since Vietnam has been one reality after another to deal with as I went through PTSD, owning a business, and dealing with wife and children. Reality only sucks if you’re not prepared for it. Keeping your head on a swivel is an acknowledgement of the reality in life. It takes only one second for all we cherish to change.
I watch the young folks feeling their oats and only wish that I were young again. Reality does not allow me to hover more than one second in that daydream, then, it is over and I look in the mirror. Nope, I am not going to be young again. That is fine as I am pretty much satisfied with my faith, trust, and foundational values built on the experience of making tons of mistakes and getting a few things right. It is kind of cool to be where I am. The only pressure I feel is a schedule of events unforeseen by me. Events that all elderly people feel.
You, on the other hand, have the unknown to face so make your mental stability ready for the unknown. Make the best of your lives and the lives around you. Your family and friends. Be ready to help others. Be ready to help yourself by not flying off into the netherworld of alcohol or drugs. All of this behavior is the antithesis of reality and does nobody any damn good. I learned this first hand coming home after combat and trying to rejoin civilian life. Stay away from crutches and stand on your own with a stiff spine. Then, you can take over for me.
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