Back Sheesh!

The more fortunate your life has been the unluckier you feel toward the end of it.

You’re falling apart like an old car.

That’s seems so un-right.

The people who now harass you are getting younger, smaller, more insectival — like mosquitoes. What an outrage!

The renters you have relied on are getting, cruel, insane, lunatic, and vicious.

So, you feel unlucky in direct proportion to the quality of your life prior to old age.

It’s sort of balance out compensatory harm, like Back Sheesh.

Like water in a tub that sloshes one way, but then the other way.

Life’s daily obstacles become more painful to overcome.

The better you had it, the more you feel it when you are not fully fit anymore.

You feel entitled. But you are not entitled.

The long and winding road, does wind oddly if it is really long.

My experience with Special Warfare gave me some ability to not panic early and to endure.