My diary: At age 70

The sun shone brightly as i lay on my bed feeling all tired as if my time was up.But hell, i couldn't care less. The pain hit me so bad as i tried to reach out for my cup of water that seemed miles away. The back was killing me as usual despite my heroics in my army days. Then , even ten girls couldn hold me down if you know what i mean. I think it was 6am with the sky showing its most beautiful colours.

I couldn help but wonder when i could go out again and have the best lunches at the best hotels with the best friends, or dancing around with my wife playing to our golden oldies together. But then i realised, at age 70, my wife was dead and myf riends, long gone before me. I sat on my rocking chair sipping on my lukewarm water in my ever comfortable pyjamas wondering, what more can life have installed for me?

I looked back to my past and saw the mistakes i made, and wonder how life could have been different, but at age 70, how else does it matter anymore? My son's career as some sales promoter made me tense about his future. He comes visit me once in a while, but at age 70, Why would i care? No, istarted worrying who was going to get me out of the toilet bowl if i was stuck, or worst how was i going to play my tracks on the player if my back and legs were killing me?But then again, at age 70, how much longer did i have?

Retirement from my job seemed decades ago, my savings in abundance but with no use at all.
I was worried for my only son , who could not seem to get his career going. I couldn wait to see my wife again and meet the big man. Yet at age 70, what more could i do?

I sat there at 70 thinking about how i felt when i was 20 about how i would feel when i was 70. I really laughed off it. I paced slowly to my doorstep as i saw no newspaper at my doorstep. I saw kids running back home and i saw working people heading home as well. I ahd lost track of time to an extent whereby i could not seem to see night from day. I was sleepy and i dozed back into sleep.

I never realised that i actually never go tto wake up after that.


What goes through the minds of one that gets old? Or how will things settle in the long run? Do we really lose track of time or do we simply dont give a flying fuck about anything in life at all anymore?

Enjoy.