Non sum qualis eram

…sometimes that worries me. Sometimes I mourn my passing. I knew me such a long time, mostly fondly.

I like the replacement, though.

2 thoughts on “Non sum qualis eram”

    1. Dunno. He’s got pretty good balance, though. It’s weird. I keep doing things that I want to do without screwing up what I have to do … and doing things that I have to do without giving up what I want to do.

      Where’s the drama in that? How will I know I’m alive without the adrenal rush of manufactured crisis?

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