Crossing The Marsh

[poliphilo]

 You have to slow down as you age. The body insists. The mind does too. And the temptations are to give up entirely- and that's not pretty to behold- or attempt to carry on as before- until you break. There's a middle way, but it ain't straight- and it's like you're making their way across a marsh, feeling for the solid ground and the deep pools with a Gandalf stick.  Life will keep chucking new things at you- and you'll have to discriminate between those you can safely disregard and those you need to grapple with. For no two people will the choice be quite the same....