To be…or not to be

Yeah, that is the question.  This may be rambling and self-indulgent, but being alone in a country not your own makes you think about stuff like learning to just be, not for anyone else, not for pay, not for anything in return, but just being one’s self alone.

It takes time and getting used to.  Probably many retirees have contemplated the question of just who they are without a job, a title, or duties.

It will take more time yet.  Maybe I never will have an answer or have it figured out, but it is nice as the end of life approaches to be at peace with one’s self — the failures and the successes, and of course, the regrets.

The remoteness of my apartment and the absence of friends and neighbors at least for the moment, is affording me the time to contemplate these questions.  And being surrounded by infinite nature compounds the questions.

I’ll let you know if I figure it out!  But for the time being, I’m happy.  Cheers!