The older I get, the less I care about more things. Which I see as a benefit because the older I get the more things are beyond my control, or even influence. The older I get the more my impact is reduced to becoming a witness, an observer, with very little impact on everything. I would like to think that witnessing/observance matters on some level, but I recognize the magical/wistful (wishful) thinking that amounts to, and don’t spend much time thinking it matters what I think. And I am left with thinking that recognizing my increasing impotence is preparation for departure, making the last breath less of a loss and more of a gain.