Realized that life is a bird for me. Want to fly with all my strength, and forget all. Limits are not nuisance, but necessities of life. There, I rest.
Want to think once again about making changes to my "typical" thought processes. It is about time as I reach mid-forty what some will identify as a matured era.
I must re-evaluate the purposes of my existence. Is it just going to be the procreation where I care for my next generation, or is there something that will reward me with some kind of meaning.