{"id":252,"date":"2025-08-02T03:38:03","date_gmt":"2025-08-02T03:38:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/endoftheday.prismatictsunami.com\/?p=252"},"modified":"2025-08-02T03:38:03","modified_gmt":"2025-08-02T03:38:03","slug":"a-shadow-in-the-mind","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/endoftheday.prismatictsunami.com\/?p=252","title":{"rendered":"A Shadow in the Mind"},"content":{"rendered":"
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“May you live a thousand years…”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A blessing, not a curse. I remember having to look that up. Like… the sentiment seems generous on the surface, but you hardly have to spelunk very far to find potential subtext. Despite the superficial well-wishing generally borrowed by the phrase, precious few of us see even a century of life, and far too few of us even half that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Thus, it seems imperative that I find a way to contextualize the first half-century of my life. My 50th birthday approaches in something like 11 days, and while I frequently watch my birthdays pass with little more than a friendly nod on the way by and seldom any significant fanfare, it seems incumbent upon me that this particular milestone be recognized.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I have surprisingly few regrets attached to this period of my life. My achievements include a fair number of things that bring me joy: loving wife and children, quality friends, artistic accomplishments, self-respect. Even a legacy of sorts in my hometown. Lots of good memories. I’ve managed to learn from most of my failures and avoided doing folks wrong wherever possible. I’ve taken care of others because it’s the right thing to do, and I’ve made an effort to love freely and without reservation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I’ve come up short here and there. I’ve shifted careers three or four times and never reached high enough to satisfy the specter of my father’s perceived expectations (not a real thing, I know). I’ve remonstrated with myself over the education of my children. Like many people my age, I’ve breezed through a few relationships that I could have handled better. I’ve leaned heavily on my collaborators to try to more powerfully ignore my own shortcomings.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And if you’re my age, you know… the years just fly by. Fifty years really is<\/em> a long damn time. It doesn’t feel like it nowadays, but it is<\/em>. That’s the reason we all say that we’re getting old, or commiserate over feeling older, because it’s kind of a surprise if you’re not paying attention.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tempus fugit.<\/em> Time flies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So how should I celebrate? Because I really think I should. Celebrate, that is. Not just give it the usual companionable nod, but somehow grab it’s sleeve and share a quick drink, at the very least. Many of my friends have already crossed this threshold, and maybe you had similar notions… or maybe you just beheld the befuddled grace of its tactless aerial display as it flew by. No judgment here, right? One thing we know by now… we’re all in this together. And none of us get out alive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Heh. That’s trite, but still satisfying at some level.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

How about… tempus est umbra in mente<\/em>. Roughly, “time is a shadow in the mind.” Ran across that in a Stephen King novel recently. Stuck with me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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