Monday, June 15, 2026

The Older I Get, The More I Think…

...losing your social “filters” doesn’t have as much to do with decaying faculties, but more to do with having lived long enough to not care that much anymore. Which sounds selfish and callous, and much less kind than blaming “dementia”…

…and then Dylan comes along and says it for me, and far better than I could. In short, it’s (or can be) a product of having lived, not a byproduct of having lived too long. 

1 comment:

  1. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are,
    That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,
    How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides,
    Your looped and windowed raggedness defend you
    From seasons such as these? O I have taken
    Too little care of this.

    What I learn more the older I get.

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