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I'm not sure when the prime of my life was...or if it hasn't already been, then I'm not sure when it will be. I don't think I'm in it right now. I am in possession of a Medicare Card. I am not all that many years away from mandatory retirement. I cannot yet come close to shooting my age in golf. I recently suffered my first broken bone. That bone was broken in my first motorcycle accident in the 45 years that I have been riding. (It wasn't a bad accident at all, and I am going to recover just fine...and fully.)
I wonder when "the prime of life" comes for each of us. I wonder what it looks like. What it feels like. I wonder if I will know it when it arrives. Will my outlook on life be more positive when I'm in my prime? Will I be a better father? Will my faith deepen and maybe make a bit more sense? Will those closest to me be able to detect my prime and advise me of its arrival?
Maybe I will be in the prime of my life when I have more answers than I have questions. Could that be true, do you think?
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