This picture of dots is not my idea.

But I do think it’s an elegant expression of one major piece of the puzzle every living human being has to deal with.

Our time is, individually, finite.

Start at 0, the birth of a new life, and reading left to right the weeks add up. Each row going down represents another year.

All of my problems I know do not take up all those dots, but they will always be there.  The knack is, literally, remembering to look at the bigger picture.

The second step has been to remember not to forget that it could all be over at any moment.  But I’m still just a partially hairless monkey. So while I’m not perfect, I’m persisting, so I’ll try to make something of the current and future dots!

There’ll be no more freebies from me. For anyone.

I no longer have the time. And I currently do not have the patience.

Unless it’s my love and passion.

At least one person in my life gets that for free.