"You are crazy" (Ok, if that pleases you to think so - can I have all of that cake please?)

"How can you even think like that?" (Beause am well adjusted?)

"You don't even know just how lucky yo are" (So, tell me)

"Do not ever change and whatever you do, do not marry" (O. Ok)

"You are so lucky that you don't have children" ( :( )

"You are so lucky that you can afford to walk out of your job like that" (I agree)

"You don't have responsibilities" (You definitely have more)

"What do you know about life?" (That it can be exciting and boring and meaningful)

"What do you know about anything?" (Why do I have to?)

"You don't know anything" (I guess not!)

"What do you do when you are hungry?" (Eat?)

"Don't you ever feel the urge?" (Why would I not?!)

:)

Another of those once in ten years  family gatherings where  the dead are remembered and our lives examined.

So, what did I miss and does it matter? What difference would it have made? 

It's all a matter of how you look at it and how you count your chickens, someone said. I could not agree more.

There isn't a definite answer out there and nobody's life is perfect or even happier than mine despite the fact that a lot of people probably would answer yes to most of those questions. 

Happiness, health, productivity, well being is a matter of how you define your life.  'Lving in denial'? No.  The basic premise of that is that you are in denial that your life is imperfect.

I personally have never claimed my life to be perfect. I am aware of its limitations, I do know what I can have and cannot have - in any given circumstance. So my life is about how to make the best of what there is.  I also know whatmakes me happy and what doesn't - and the extent of risks I would be willing to take.

It has been a journey - luckily for me my life has never been static - nor has it meandered like an old river but tumbled along like the mountain streams trekkers stopped the bus to photograph, crashing from heights,  bouncing back like the surging white spray of froth, bumbling along when confused and then speeding along in a headlong rush in moments of clarity to find the calm of the distant sea.

To keep it that way, was the struggle - it did take considerable struggle - it hurt and you are bruised from the falls or when you are hurled against rocks that stand in the way.  You either take them along with you or you spread out and slip and slide from over or under rocks and boulders that come in the way. 

When there is time to reflect - sometimes - you do want to look back to see what is flowing along with you - how much silt or dead leaves, dead bodies of birds and trees or fresh flowers - words, letters, photos, people,  memories from the past. You want to look back because that is a human.  But life does not allow you that luxury when you are in its flow. And am inthe flow.  I am Rolling.

Choroibeti...