I penned this in mid 2020 after my last trip to Almeria(S.Spain) staying at a friends house in March after 2 weeks cycling through the mountains. I took the very last flight back before lockdown and during the year gradually began to feel worse. In October I was diagnosed with full blown PE from which I recovered ok. but in June of 2020 I wrote this.
I’m 69 and approaching my three score years and ten biblical lifespan.
Up until recently I’ve never given any thought to making concessions in anything I want to do physically. I don’t know about the way others see things but I have always just continued to plan ahead and then work towards achieving the goal. I’m a project motivated person and there is always another idea to get involved with. I have no idea what I would do without such an outlook. I have definitely noticed a slowing up and slight lessening of drive. That’s probably a good thing but it’s made me more reflective and conscious of an ageing bias to what is achievable.
It has become common for people to say one should live in and for the present moment. That’s all well and good but without a plan on where one is going and what one wants to achieve it isn’t the sort of philosophy that makes any progress.
More importantly it seems to me that one has a duty to make something of the abilities and talents one is born with and skills developed during our lifetime. However slight one should seek to make a difference trying every day to move the game on. What is the point in our lives without such. There is no value in getting old for its own sake. Unless one is contributing to the betterment of something then I can’t see the point. One is just passing time.
How ironic. Makes me laugh to read now. It took another year to work it out.
So now it is the recovery research project.