LongThoughts

in the same vein

I hate to admit it, but I've only done a bit better than my youngest brother. I thought I could handle our mother's dementia, Alheimer's. What a cruel disease. It truly does lay a person's true nature out there for all to see. What is left of a person as the disease progresses seems to be their true nature without inhibitions. I hope they come up with a cure or at least halt the progression of this truly horrible disease. I do not intend to wait until the end stages of that disease to do what my mother said she intended, but is now incalpable of implementing.

A journey back from at the brink

and who knows how long that will last? When you turn 50, it can make you think. It wasn't that long ago that our ancestors considered that a long life. Personally, I think we've made far too much progress in increasing longevity, than we should have in increasing quality of life.

to the brink

could not have been closer, even in dreams, damned thing looked back at me. Never got more clarity than by serious consideration. Anything less does not expand thinking about alternatives outside the proverbial box. And let's face it, if you don't take it serious, you are not ready for change. I think I have a better understanding about extreme sports now, even if it does reek of the lemming excuse.