Sense, Sensibility, Senescence

Can we stop?

Can we please stop?

Can we please stop it?

We, and we alone are responsible.

For the madness. For the unarguable fact we are the aliens that have over taken our planet.

When in God’s name did we think we could change what He already made perfect?

You.

I, for one, am sick of it,

Sick from it.

Sick of hearing it.

Sick of seeing it.

Sick of hearing it.

Sick of touching it.

Sick of tasting it.

Baloney.

The shortest distance between two points is a straight line.

A straight line.

Unafraid of your bestest, fastest curve. Your curveball.

My perceptions, and especially my depth perceptions are

Spot on.

As and for your transitions.

Supposed or real.

Baloney.

Only by God’s grace are any of us allowed to be here.

Why in the world would we change that?

Unless, of course, we have become the aliens we do not recognize anymore.

Been there.

Done that.

No more.

My hunch is the aliens inhabiting this place now, do not have a clue, human clue, or otherwise. I cannot speak for the aliens wishing to go to the moon and back.

I really, really pray for a day when what a person looks like does not define them, their heart. Their life. Until then,

The madness worsens. The alien beings overtaking our beautiful youth is increasing in the space suits of lack of self-acceptance. We are no longer allowing them to be comfortable in their own skin.

Be you.

Be me

And.

Not.

The me-too’s way.

Talk about arrogance.

Thinking we can change a human for the sake of changing a human. All while on the backs of another human. Whew.

Enter the alien behavior.

Lacks accountability.

Well. I guess that movement can be considered in-human.

And I think many are just about there. And here. The aliens.

Just because you can, does not mean you should.

We have lost our senses.

We have lost our sensibility.

At the grotesque and rate we are going.

We are losing our beautiful opportunity.

Of living to a ripe old age.

And sorry to be the bearer of the bad news.

Nobody gets out of this life alive.

In case you did not know.

So.

Bring it on.

You best efforts to undermine.

My world.

This world.

Of humans and such.

If your choice is to lift off into the space ship of baloney and bull crap, have an enjoyable time.

But not with me.

As someone once said, about owning wrinkles and all, or something to that effect………I would offer this as a rebuttal—aliens are, well, kinda hard to look at, kinda hard to understand, kinda creepy. And if that is the choice you make in stead of a senescence, potentially wrinkly-filled existence down here on earth,

May the force be with you—outta here, right outta here. As in,

Buh-bye.

See ya sometime.

Me. I am shooting for heaven.

Up and until I get my call.

From Him.

To join him.

He is currently working with me on my faults and all.

So. I am feeling pretty good about my chances to achieve my goal to get there.

How ‘bout you?

How you doing?

Whatchoo doing?

How you doing?

What’s your plan to reach your life’s end destination?

In this alien world of yours wherein you choose to annihalte another’s existence the best way to reach your goal….. why?

My pity shoots in your direction. Straight. In a straight line.

Mars?

Have at it.

As of late, not updated information, or let’s just say some of us know and some of us do not know nor have access to information To age gracefully is a talent. A gift.

Me.I am done tripping over myself.For you. For him For her.

Plan to stick around awhile for Him.

Unequivocally: For Him.

No. No. No. Not planning on jumping into your spaceship anytime soon. But thanks for asking. I think I heard you did. Or might have, or pretended, or maybe you did not ask directly, asked, or something like that.

After some surfing around, down here on planet earth, I found there are approximately 12 ish hallmarks of aging.

O.k.

To my knowledge, wrinkles does not lead the list……as the worst determinant to a life well and good.

Most important it does not lead to a beautiful life, well lived life, a giving life, a living life.

Let’s leave the aliens drama and the dramatic effects to the professionals, in Hollywood. After all, they there are, in fact, people too. They play the aliens of our fantasy and imaginations, sooooo, let’s leave that to them, there. They are in the alien business to sell tickets to you for you to come and see them play. An alien.

Think about that for a second.

Now.

Don’t you feel kinda,

Stupid?

Must you be so entertained?……..

Must you be so bored?…………

So ready to “escape”?………

So entitled……to what other’s have, what or who other’s hold?

All it takes is a konk on the head to wake up.

Ouch.

That hurt.

A lot.

In the meantime, in this world, why not plug along humanly, of course. There is a lot to be said for a heavily lined face.🫨

Wisdom.

While I continue to pray for the day wherein it does not matter what a person looks like, I offer this to you:

’Round these parts, Lady Justice is blind.

Not dumb.

So, if you choose the former, alien living kind of existence.

Give it your best shot.

But leave the mee-too-ing, the alien references to not being good enough out of it, out of the equation.

Please.

The kids are confused enough.

As to what to like, really learn to like, really learn how to like themselves. Genuinely like each other. Without change.

We do not need to offer our children at the altar of science for our benefit.

Please leave that to the real maker.

And if that is not your thing,

Not your cup of tea,

Still,

Find it in your heart to leave the kids out of the alien invasion currently inhabiting earth. At least here ‘round these parts,

Here on earth.

Here on one of the spiral arms of the Milky Way.