Enough said, end of post. Just kidding.
We’ve all seen the elderly gentleman who is in the supermarket rocking shorts, knee-high socks, and sandals. Or the elderly woman who is out in her housecoat and slippers with her make-up just a bit too bright or, misplaced completely.
But I bet we never stopped to think, how liberating!
How wonderful it must be to reach an age when such superficial, vain matters become irrelevant.
An age when we are simply satisfied to wake-up on the right side of the grass, no daisies that we’re pushing up.
An age when we actually don’t sweat the small stuff because we’ve learned that when we do, we just sweat. That’s it – sweat. It solves nothing. It robs us of the present. And life will happen anyway.
Man plans. God laughs.
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