The Sun’s out and the seasons have changed. I find myself in unfamiliar territory now.
What will be will be.
Time changes us…

40 years old

61 years old but the song remains the same

I wish I could say that I don’t feel any different, but that would not be true. If I only knew then what I know now and all that. If I ached slightly less that would be good too and if every day I was not consumed by anxiety and obsessive thoughts that would definitely be a bonus. But it is what it is.

Duke Orsino:
If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it; that surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.

If you can’t be good be careful