We know from an early age that entropy rules our world, things fall apart, it’s a fact of life and death. Yet we never accept the inevitable on a personal level, especially in youth. We won’t fall apart, at least not yet.
But then something happens that makes us face our own impending death, and now that rotting tree in the yard is a personal sign of our mortality, screaming you’re just like me, rotting and falling apart.
It happens to all of us eventually, sometimes it’s the loss of a loved one, or the appearance of gray hair, wrinkles or a growing paunch.
Sometimes it’s just the passing of youthful innocence that brings on the sudden realization, a close call, or a cancer diagnosis.
Time catches up and even the most young at heart realize eventually that we all fall apart. Entropy rules.
Oh for the bliss of youthful disdain at that hard fact.
The lucky few hold onto that youthful disdain of our mortality up to the end. They are the ones who truly live for no tomorrow. I’m not sure I want to be like that, but it might be nice for a day or two…
©The Autobiography of Mr. Perfect, 2012, written entirely on my iPhone.