The Last of 73

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It’s really shit that in a few hours I will be 74. Thank God I got by 73. It was the worst of the worst years except ’21. Leaving 73, the age and the number that connotated so much hurt and pain is finally over. I will be 74, old, tired, and not sure which direction I plan on going, but going somewhere I will do, happily. 

I actually have more to say on this, but right now i got to put it off due to my back hurting bad… its these fucking chairs.

“Old friends pass away, new friends appear. It is just like the days. An old day passes, a new day arrives. The important thing is to make it meaningful: a meaningful friend – or a meaningful day.”

Dalai Lama