When You’re Older, you dream of nights when time flies by in the twinkling of an eye and you wake up with the alarm. The alarm I never sleep through.

I never wake up rested anymore. The energy is waning. When you’re younger you have all this energy and the ability to sleep. It’s a mystery to me.

I don’t need to know why anymore. I am satisfied with knowing how things are. I wake up tired. I think I haven’t slept, however that’s probably not true.

That’s what death will be like I think. A version of me floating above and the old me – the me not waking up to the alarm- and wondering wtf…

Until then I am going to enjoy these last few years of work. Enjoy the moments. Embrace the nuances. Look at the mofu’s complaining about whatever and smile!

That’s the goal…