A couple of days ago a friend who was cutting my hair said, “what are we going to do for your birthday?” and I said “well, I don’t know, that’s still a few months away,” and she said, “Tom, it’s May. Your birthday is in June,” and I said 😲.
A year ago, next month, I became Tom 5.0. The big five-oh. Fitty. You know. “Old.”
It’s okay, I put it in quotations for a reason. I’m not an old guy. I don’t feel it (except in the legs but that, as Chris would say, is another story). In fact I feel better, overall, than I ever have before in my life. I am ready for each new day. I am hopeful for the future, not only for myself but for my country and my planet. As I always say, humanity is a constant liberal progression towards something better. Or, as Rutger Bregman said in the first words in the book I just started, “In the past, everything was worse.”
According to the copyright, he wrote those words first in 2014, so he probably hadn’t taken Trump into account yet. 😉
Still, Bregman undoubtedly meant “in the long run,” which is indubitably true. His next line is even better: “For roughly 99% of the world’s history, 99% of humanity was poor, hungry, dirty, afraid, stupid, sick, and ugly.”
As a friend of mine said to me “boy, Modesto sure hasn’t changed much.”
But it’s true. Humanity, as a whole, is a whole lot better than it ever was before, and it’s only getting better still. Sooner than we expect we’ll have universal health care in America and, with a little forethought, some form of wide-ranging basic public income. We’ll have to, honestly, because of robots. The apocalypse is coming, but it’s not what ya thought. Arnie ain’t coming back in time to tell us of the future except, maybe, to say, “Come on over, it’s great over here!”
You just said that in an Austrian accent, didn’t you?
But, just like humanity, I’m still getting better, too. I’m 51 in my mind already. Every year, when the calendar changes, I start calling myself the next year of my life, about six months early. I figure I was born in ’68, this is ’19, and those two milestones are 51 years apart so I’m 51. When June 29th rolls around it’s never a surprise, I’ve been that age all year. So, in reality, the only thing to dread is the fact that I’m only 7 months away from being 52, but 52 is such a really cool number that 52 is nothing at all to dread. I’m looking forward to it. I’ll be the mirror image of 25, and 25 was a pretty cool age. Maybe I’ll do all the stuff I did 27 years ago (except shots, no shots) but do it better. Isn’t that what time helps us all do? Everything we could do before, within reason, plus more things, and better.
I guess that’s how I look at it, anyway.
At any rate, this is just stuff that was on my mind today, about a week after I wrote other stuff. And I didn’t mention Marvel until I was almost done writing. He was asleep behind me when I started and he slept through most of the first three paragraphs. At that point, everyone got up and me and Moxie and Ludo and Marvel went outside to pee (well, they did) and I scooped up their poop. It’s not a glorious job, but it’s worth the trade off –> hours of golden happiness and no poop in the house. Win/Win.
I’m gonna go get the boys walking now but I thought I’d pass along the idea that Marvel is finally starting to join me in the office without constantly whining which is a start to my triumphant and more regular return to this. To you.
And also to let you know that the world is getting better, and so am I and so are you.
Those are all pretty cool things to share, I think, when one has nothing much to say. 😊