Through life you have varied perspectives, middle age suddenly provides a balanced review, looking backwards as much as forwards, remembering events. The mind still clear and lucid but reflective. What a lot has happened across the years, how lucky I have been. That should be remembered and equate to happiness. A life well lived. Sit back and rejoice. No need to constantly chase forwards although that is your natural inclination. News of death always comes as a jolt to life, stopping you in your tracks and reminding of the annoying fact that this doesn’t go on forever. It stops. Seasons may change, you remember key events and reflect, you dream and love, but at some point everything comes to a juddering halt. Our own lifespan, predetermined or forced through actions. Probably best to make the most of it, every minute, stop worrying about the individual annoyances and reflect on the whole. I’m currently moved by the outpouring of love shown between contestants on Celebrity Masterchef, where food and pressure seems to have brought the absolute best nature out of people. They all seem so lovely and loved up. Enjoying the best experiences of their life. It is my new mantra, be the best you who would be on Masterchef, even though my cooking would fall apart, I want to wrap up the energy and be the best human I possibly can. Lets cook.
