It is written somewhere that laughter is: “good medicine for the soul.”  Your soul longs for more playfulness in your daily activity. Somehow, somewhere along the path you have turned into an intolerable Grinch. Being so stoic and foreboding, you are pushing away a lot of pleasant and enjoyable opportunities. By being so consumed with money matters and the idea of success/position/ prestige, your authentic life has been put on hold. You have become so shallow and vain, that you can’t even appreciate a good soda and popcorn without feeling awkward. When is the last time that you walked in the rain, played on the beach (in the sand), road a roller coaster?  When, in fact, have you allowed yourself to do anything that you did not perceive as productive or necessary? You are far too old for your years. 

What has happened is that while you were trying to be ‘something’, you became ‘something’ very boring and disinteresting.  Accept it. You are no longer any fun to be around. People who once loved to be in your company have slowly one by one drifted away. The worst thing about that is you have rationalized their leaving as something necessary and beneficial. Life is formulated and sustained by the relationships you engage in. Being truly involved with others indicates a fullness of heart, body and mind. It also requires of you to ‘belly laugh.’ Along the way, you have forgotten and devalued the significance of play. Walking barefoot, frolicking in the grass, playing ball, ‘making whoopee’ in the most bizarre places and inauspicious times, going to see a movie you currently deem inappropriate, laughing for no reason whatsoever without feeling the need to explain, hopping on a plane to head to an unknown forbidden destination. Something in you is missing. You’ve felt that ‘icy’ void for a long time. But, you’ve continued to deny its ‘red flag’. You are an artist. You always knew this funky truth about yourself but didn’t know how to express it much less defend the insoluble need it has created in you. You can no longer deny its impact. Jump into the flame that burns illogically from the bottom of your feet. You are headed to a specific destination called, “Hallmark Inn”. There you will meet and greet the person who ‘flicks your stick’. It ain’t nothing personal. It’s just something you must do in order to push past the barricade that prevents YOU from being YOU. What has age got to do with it?