Living the Fruitful Life
While on the threshold of death
My Geriatric Journal #10
My faithful journal has heard it all: all about how I wake up each morning happy to be alive and happy to know that I know I am alive. I have also harped a bit about not wasting the day — although I have never been very clear about what actually constitutes a waste.
Is it a waste to write in this journal? To launch a new business before my 80th birthday? To plant trees that I will most likely never see bear fruit? To write poetry and fiction that only a handful of people read? To bake bread and cook dinner with my wife when I could be reading an important book? To create another painting or photograph for our overcrowded walls?
No, it’s not any of these: after all I have been doing this all my life. And I could go on, but even this journal can get sick of witnessing so much navel gazing. The truth is, I don’t know what is a waste and what is not.
