Reflections: The Twilight Years

The MUSES of Men

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Dominic Henry
September 24, 2023

Sombre Sundays,

It has been raining all week; I’ve seen so much lighting, almost like God bestowing new life on Earth from all these gloomy days. As they say, there cannot be light without darkness. Therefore, new life has to be birthed with death.

I disdain talking about my death or the death of others. It feels like manifesting bad omens, but unpleasant thoughts and ideas are necessary for lessons to be learned.

Thought(s) of the Day

As I’ve said in a previous post, I’ve been trying to make the effort to consistently see my grandmother every week. But, this time around I’ve gotten an unease while I was in her presence this time.

I began to think wether she’s lived a full life; during the period of her life when she was raising me it felt like she had freedom and was living a happy and full life, but for the last ten years it feels like her home has become her prison. A prison she’ll probably die in.

I feel pity and sadness for her current circumstances; While I may have these gloomy thoughts, there is a lesson to be had.

I cannot allow my parents to not live a long and healthy life, filled with freedom. Their home shall never be their prison of death. It’s just quite unfortunate that I’m not at a place where I can meaningfully help my grandmother.

P.S. I want to consistently post high-quality content, as such I think posting once a week (Sundays at 7 am, maybe), will be the goal. Giving a lot more time to find content I can compile, as well as, adding a bit more structure to the newsletter — death to Random daily sections.