Well I’m four years from fifty,
How’d I get to be…
Four years from fifty,
It’s a terrible age to be.
And the title up there, staring you in the face like a miserable old man is refers to where I’m at right now.
I’m feeling full of regrets and seeking redemption.
Does anyone know where they hid the redemption?
What would it mean to be redeemed? Would I need a special coupon for that?
The thing is, I don’t have any specific regrets, like I wish I did this, or I should have done that. My regrets are more general.
Like I wish I spent more time with my parents.
Or I wish I wasn’t my own best and most successful enemy.
Those sorts of things.
Things you can’t change.
But what about the things you can change.
Like your socks.
Besides your socks.
What if you could change things?
Is that what redemption is?
If it is, then I’m fairly certain I’m screwed on the redemption front. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted.
