WHY?

I suppose that each of us confronts this question at least once in his life. Maybe I should have asked this of myself years before, but finally I'm asking: why am I here? What is my purpose in this life?


I don't possess gifts beyond the normal person. I don't have special gifts, nor do I have gifts in super-quantities. So I need to ask what gifts do I have that could be of value?

I'm an old man with less in front of me than behind. Just because I lack the piss, vinegar and hormones of a young man, does not mean that I lack the emotion. My emotions are still strong; all of the feelings of a young man, but lacking his strength and energy. One of natures crueler tricks.

Age, smoking and enlarged prostate have taken their toll. I cannot promise the love of a young man, but I can promise that of an old man. Slow hot glowing embers rather than a blazing fire. My ability to love has not diminished. If anything, it has increased. Negative emotions hate, anger, envy have faded almost totally.

I have a lifetime of experience waiting to be imparted -- specific and general -- and the desire to impart them. I no longer seek to climb the highest mountains, but rather to assist those who wish to do so. My dreams? I have achieved most; abandoned a few. I wish, instead, to help those who still strive.