Better Than Bitcoin

Old(er) age is uncharted territory for me. I’ve crossed that River Styx and entered foreign territory. Like ‘walking point’ in the Nam, it’s one cautious step after another and may the best man live…for another day.

Life investments have been made, squandered, lost, accumulated, divested and set aside. Some things worked out while others didn’t. Mostly what’s left is the residue of one’s collective wisdom and the luck or mistakes to live with for the rest of our lives. One of the few common denominators remaining is the enduring value of friendships.

It’s the best currency around and yet we’re seldom smart enough to recognize or appreciate what it brings into our lives. Who were those kids captured in that newspaper photo so many years ago? What did ‘finding the one’ mean for future friendships and life-long acquaintances?

It doesn’t seem that long ago when the world was a rainbow landscape full of wonderous adventures and opportunities. Each of us set out to become whatever we thought we should be…at the time. The world was our oyster and we meant to have it all.

It’s funny how reality evolves and our past lives and aspirations finally catch up with us. That winding road called ‘life’ is either running smooth as asphalt or rough like gravel. And yet none of us want to get off the road even if the ride isn’t what we expected it to be after all these years.

It’s been sixty plus years since I turned twenty-one and shed my cloak of anonymity to adorn myself with the costume of adulthood. Now I, like so many others, am at a point in my life where reflection is more than a glass of chardonnay framed within a sunset or a cold brew among high school buddies.

My current life style is an accumulation of habits born at birth. For some of us it was modeled after our parent’s pioneering excursion into life. For others, it was a process of discovery, loss, acceptance and rejection. Our life style became us on a daily basis and we weren’t even aware of it. It’s only now that the accumulation of excess and/or scarcity raises its hidden head.

Ernest Hemingway is quoted as saying that life is like a bank account. How you use it is solely your determination. You can withdraw it in a hurry and live a very short life. Or you can be diligent with your withdrawals and live, hopefully, much longer.

We can always try to rectify some of our mistakes or enhance our positive steps but age and reticence to change are usually huge obstacles to overcome. We’ve let life’s ebb and flow (our gypsy muse) guide us in this rhythm of life. For most of us, the process was organic and without a lot of thought. Living abroad, that first apartment and that first step in something called a career.

We find ourselves both benefiting and/or suffering from past investments of our youth. The things we did to ourselves, the deposits we made on our bodies, our finances, our love life and our children. We’re now at the stage of making withdrawals from our youthful decisions and indiscretions.

Those random discoveries got me thinking about friendships; past and present, strong and vapid, present and omnipresent. I thought about the friends I’ve had over the years. Some of them shared isolated points in my life; high school, college, the service and work. Some were but fleeting incisions in the tenderness of my youth. Others were shared experiences like the military; isolated, vacuous, and destined to crash with each discharge celebration where inane behavior in the barracks seemed to make perfect sense back then.

Most of those memories are lost now in that vacuum called life experiences. A few were found again but most are just fragrant memories of a life well spent. Like separating wheat from the shaft, I’d love to rekindle a few of those friendships and nourish them back to the point of commonality we once shared.

The cliché that you can never have too many friends dissolves over the pages of Facebook where collecting friends can be a cybergame for some folks, devoid of meaningful contact and concern. Having friends on Facebook isn’t the same as having real friends who care and share and actually want to be somebody in your life. Big difference there! For some folks it’s like grade school best friends.

I guess that’s why I want to continue seeking out old friends and acquaintances who might share my own values and interests. The past can’t be replicated nor ignored. It can be accepted for what it was even if we couldn’t see it at the time. It’s all cloaked in that most evolving, trans-lucent, vapid metaphor called relationships. Together they fill our thoughts and dreams and aspirations with dream-like illusions we’d like to believe in. It’s a game we play on a daily basis as we go about the business of living.

Maybe I’m just trying to replicate some of what I captured early in life when playground antics caught a reporter’s camera and made the front page and added to the serenity of those long-forgotten friendships. If it’s true that a life well-lived includes many friends, then I want continue adding to my roster.

They say true wealth is all about good health and friendships. If so, I’d like to be a very wealthy person.