visibly invisible in Conversation

One of the horrors of decades on this planet is the inability to stop the clock. You can be fit. You can be young at heart. You can be wise, well traveled, maybe a tad bit interesting in conversation. What you cannot be invisible to the aging process.

One only need look at the shelves in the local department stores to see aisles filled with anti-aging products. Creams, lotions, vitamin packed and oozing with promises for a better relationship with your mirrors at home.

You may read the label and hope for the best but there is one person hard to fool and that is yourself. I am the oldest person here at work and I am clearly one of the most fit, of healthy weight and reasonably sane of the bunch.... Invisible ink won’t argue this (much) other than the sane part but lets look at some dismal realities.

First, 60 is 60. No matter what I am as my holistic self the first thing I am is a 60 year old man. It is an onus that is a nightmare waiting for each of us. I assure you no matter how you want to convolute the topic about maturity and experience I am not as I seem.

I took an unusual path in life. I relate little to my peers. My fault not theirs. Everyone deserves their place in the sun. A rocking chair watching reality TV just isn’t mine. To be clear there are many like me “out there” but they are not in my line of sight. I am most comfortable around people 30 years younger than myself as long as they have a vigor for life. It is an after effect of 20 years of an unwillingness to not conform. To be unrelenting in my drive to believe life is a beach, a shore, an erotic, odd somewhat unacceptable journey that does not have to have a lasting imprint on anyone.

Everyone dies, most are eventually forgotten through the passing of generations. You can be spiritual and still a wanton spirit.

You can be an elder and not elderly. Hell the thirty year olds I see wandering about these days look like they can hardly make it up a flight of stairs....

Yet here I am..... knowing that the day when I someone tells me to have a lasting seat it will be in a hearse not a home for crazy old fucks.... already got the crazy… fighting the old fuck like hell.