The Ageing Faculty

I thought I was prepared for my pending golden years. A little too young perhaps for such concern, on reflection. I've always counted my blessings, loving life with a deep curiosity, finding joy in its little miracles. My bad memory helps too, letting bygones be bygones and crucifying the sin, not the sinner. The second point selectively. Still, life can be overwhelming: with age, comes experience and perspectives, and with experience and perspectives, bitterness follows. You think you have seen it all, and see things so clearly. So cock sure, so transparent. Yet, totally unexpected, the bitterness. Totally.