22 in 2022

I am scared of what the future holds for me.

The world is so big, dark, dense, complicated, and

Sad. I watch as the world burns around me and apathy is bred

Like the virus that is trying to ruin the “glory days” of my life.

They don’t feel very glorious.

When I say I look forward to retirement,

(Fully knowing I may never be able to play shuffleboard in Florida again)

Elders look at me with confusion.

“You have so much between now and then!”

And maybe they are right.

I may find the person or the purpose or the will.

And the may is what will keep me pushing onward.

So maybe I will retire and play shuffleboard

Until then I will find the other shit people live for.