Eventually I married and moved to Arizona due to my husband’s employment and found myself bored daily. One day, I mentioned to my husband, “I see myself, as an 80 year old, in the commencement …show more content…
My fears crept into conscious thought as facial wrinkles began to define themselves. My playground has intertwined hues of fundamental dyslexic tendencies. I teeter on a different totter. Balancing learned behavior and educational innovations while attempting to embrace newfound knowledge. Do the synapse respond better with age, or do they lose their sparking capability? Flare or Flicker? Can the mind become an unsoaked sponge? Defying gravity, as if unfamiliar spaces are formed to retain the newly possessed investment? Or does it lose its strength, grow weak and weary, unable to develop a scholar’s enlightenment? Absorbent or waterlogged? At what stage does the auditory mind entertain the “you can’t do that anymore?” How many mentors does it take to encourage one to find their inner strength in the pursuit of the unimaginable? Ignore or adopt? Is there a second career after college? Do I really need a career, or am I searching for internal understanding of what a person can accomplish with the help of their influential surroundings? Profession or avocation? Will I be able to invent something that cares for a need? Rocket ship? Probably not. A piece of art that heals the sick from the inside?