Separating mere acquaintances from friends seems a relatively easy thing to do; but the question was how do we separate friends from real friends? This is not so obvious; we might be tricked into thinking that friends with whom we spend more time are the real friends; further thinking made me not so certain about this though.
On the accession of my birthday, here are my thoughts on the one thing that causes me the most anxiety: The Passage of Time!
Here is my 5-point formula for preparing from right now, for a much more engaged, healthy, and enjoyable old age. Old age should not be something that just happens to you and you take your chances on. It should be something you actively prepare for.
And yet, here I am in this partial retreat in the mountains, with all this quiet time to hear the inner voices, and this experience again of detachment and solitude, and one of the main ideas that keeps popping up is, what might my life be like in my old age?
What does it mean when even the likes of Mother Teresa, now Santa Teresa, are being put in question, and how do the rest of us mere mortals cope with this anxiety?!
But there is something that I must admit to. The above argument is a rational one. Emotionally, I really do not want to see burkinis or even veiled women jumping in the water all dressed up when I’m on the beach anywhere, let alone on the beach in France! I really don’t. I admit, and I know this is not at all politically correct but I’ve never been politically correct, that this is an ugly sight to see on the beach. It might be an infringement on their rights to ban it, but it is also in infringement on my aesthetic rights to have to endure it. So what to do?