I guess it's been a series of things that have been going on that's spawned such a thought. Usually I'm quite the optimist when it comes to life. But, like most things in my life, it's the little things that I like to notice. The first thing that I noticed was Pops at the house this past weekend. I came home on Thursday, it was rather hot out, and he's chillin' at the house, with a robe on, the thermostat on 75 and he was chilly. I swore it was a myth about old(er) people getting colder more often, but I guess not. I flashback to Jerry's parents at the Del Boca Vista condo complex and not knowing how to use the AC. That and his minor health problems (gout, which causes a mean pimp walk) just lead me to believe that you really can't stop time. Just kinda puts things into perspective.
Secondly, for those that know, my Great Aunt Violet suffered a stroke about 4 weeks ago and has been bed ridden and in therapy for the last 2 weeks. Not a pretty sight. Sad when someone that has so much perkiness is stripped of that. Pops and I went to visit her on Friday night to say goodbye as she's moving down to an assisted living spot in Richmond. I think my mindset was compounded by the fact that she still has her mind. Absolutely nothing worse than seeing someone who's mind is completely capable, yet the body is only functioning on maybe 40%. All she wanted to do was go home, and was rather vocal about it. I think even worse than that, the highlight of her night was me spoon feeding her water. About 6 spoonfuls of regular tap water. Tap water.
Lastly, I started my classes for my life and health insurance licenses today. Talk about a somber theme. It's not a fun topic to discuss with clients, however, you really have to. Our instructor posed a question to the class. "What are your chances of dying?" The first dude stumbled over his words, and threw out 50%. Yeah, makes sense in a way, but not really. It's 100%. It's hard to put that into perspective. We then proceeded to near drowning of life products and what we can do to help clients take care of their loved ones. I don't expose a terrible amount of personal information, but it's making me think. I currently have $250,000 on myself. Quarter million is dope right? That's not even enough and I don't have any kids.
Getting old sucks, I gotta make sure my shit's on point for the future. This shit ain't guaranteed. Ironically, I'm writing this wanting to go smoke a cigarette.
For some strange reason, a good piano riff always puts me in a perspective mood. This popped into my head.
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