HOÀNG-ÂN: Still Uphill Hiking
April 18th, 2025, I'll reach a perfect Sixty-Four; one more year to be a senior citizen in the United States of America. Sixty-two the momentum was speeding up the freeway and I was flying high in the social world. Suddenly, Sixty-three was rough, negotiating the paths upward the aging process of my rites of passage. Biologically my hardware needed to go to the dealers for parts: eyes needed bifocals; wondrous ivory real teeths pulled for dentures; knees gave out; hands needed splints for carpal tunnel; severe sinus needed to be operated on; energy depleted. Psychologically, the symptoms of my Schizophrenia Affective got worse: manic-depressive; anxiety; restlessness; panic attacks; audio and visual hallucination.
Still, I am spirited and marching on. I have yet to reach the to the top of the cliff. I am only journeying through the higher valley of the mountain range of the last Season of a human's rites of passage. There are still myriad paths to travest and explore. After all, I can still walk. All my life I was a walker, travelling upon my two strong legs. And I love hiking. The vista that I called The View is still on the other side of my uphill hike. I am still hiking upward and cannot wait for the view on the final height. I appreciate all hikers interfaced along the trails. And I celebrate my youthful attitude at sixty-three wherein I am preparing for the long stretch still ahead. Yes, I am still upward traveling.
(Blogger--March 19th, 2025)
