as we get older, grouchier, crankier and more creaky it is admittedly getting harder and harder to get out there and have fun together. “fun” is such a strange word for me because i am a very unfun person, and i don’t really know how to have fun. but she came into my life 113 months ago and started to change that. i am still bad at having fun but i try. i can’t help but feel we’re on the last few trips of our lives because of health, mortality, impermanence and instability. this makes everything more precious and cherished, because we just don’t know when will it be our last. i can at least console myself that we have had nineish good years together, it would feel too greedy to feel entitled to more. may we continue to be able to know how to have fun until the end, whatever end we may be facing.
