ESSAY

Dead And Gone

I’m well past the halfway mark in this journey through time and space. As a general rule we don’t live to be 106. Suffice it to say, I’ve grown accustomed to life as I know it. I’m what you might call set in my ways. So, when it comes to big, grand changes in our culture, I’m on the downward side of things. I try to stay current and relevant, but slowly and surely, things are beginning to extend beyond my grasp.

I’m not going to go too deep into the myriad of ways that I’ve begun to fall out of touch with the youth of today. Cargo shorts, faded jeans, my continued willingness to eat meat and my devotion to maintaining a well manicured monoculture of grass around my house, come to mind.

I will no doubt be drug along, kicking and screaming no doubt, on a great many things before my time is up. Some more willingly then others. But other topics I will merely be cowed into hiding my not so shameful joy over. I might refrain from voicing my opinion about it, but I won’t stop believing I’m right.

What I understand to be true is that we all become vestiges of old and tired thinking, reminders of a painful past. The youth of today, so optimistic about the future, will one day look around and realize how wrong they were about so many things back in 2021. It will seem quaint and comforting, yet clearly evil and tone deaf.

So, I will continue on, confident that I was once right with the world for awhile, but secure in the knowledge that you will change it all. after I die.