The Destitute

One sentence response to the prompt is : I will be very happy.

Lately I have found management of worldly stuff and affairs very tiresome. I guess a stage comes in life when you realise you can do with so little.

I could have done with less but I kept on hoarding like a magpie and now I find my possessions burdensome.

Having said that I also realise that it will not be very practical to throw away everything I have because I still need the basics in life, perhaps, a little more than the basics.

Since I am conditioned to live in a materialistic society, life of a destitute, probably at my age, will not be a state I can get accustomed with.

So here is the dichotomy. I am not interested in material considerations of life anymore but I am also not prepared to renounce everything in one go.

So where does it take me? Are these the signs of old age? Well, I am not talking about the number of years that I have spent or going to spend in this earthly abode but the psyche one tends to develop subconsciously realising it’s the last leg of the journey.

Here I am in a tug of war between a sense of  detachment gradually setting in and the lifestyle I am habituated to live in. I guess we humans always live in dilemmas. If not this then something else.

The crux of the matter is I am one step inside the door and one step outside. Only time will tell where I place my next step – in or out of the orbit.

In the pause in between I hobble along.