A week ago I created this collage. It was how I felt at the time, having just celebrated a major birthday, a round number. I was still recovering from the realization that my years are numbered. I took stock and found that so many things that used to matter no longer do so.
But now, a week later, I realized that it’s not a matter of searching for something else that matters, rather accepting that, with age, so many things that used to matter no longer do so. And that itself can be a joyful realization, bringing a new sense of freedom.