I am seventy-seven years old and stressed to the point that I feel weaker and less resilient. I can let idealism and nihilism haunt me even though they serve no purpose. On my better days, I remain optimistic that I will connect to a woman who would complement me, encourage me, and love me as my wife once did.
When a young man, I was adventurous and sought to explore the world and have a woman who was a soul mate along with me. Some of this dream was realized, yet like many dreams, fantasy is a big part of the description. Most of the dreams faded into the past, unfulfilled.
If I had some financial ability, I would move to a place like Tasmania. In my mind, it offers so many interesting things. A culture different yet familiar, and the view of the Southern Cross as well. A whole new mindset to adopt. Rekindle the fires of love within me.
When I wake each morning I see that where I live is nothing like the land I grew up in and loved for over seventy years. I already feel ostracized and mortified by the culture I live in, as the politics have transformed all my optimism that I once had into dread and sadness. (photo commons)
