As we get older, commitments become very different things from what they were when we were young. We’ve aged, matured, and gained life experience we could not fathom in our 20’s. I was 27 years old when I got married. What did I know about “until death do us part”? One would think it would be a little easier making that promise now the end point isn’t quite so distant, but somehow it’s become more difficult.
I was discussing commitments the other night. Which were the ones I was still willing to make? For instance, I don’t think I’d buy a house with a 30-year mortgage with any thought I’d be burning the note at the end.
And as you get older, those commitment periods get shorter. I would like to get a pet to share my days. A tortoise is out of the question. Those bastards can live 75 years. Even the longevity of parrots might be too much. They can go 22 years. A dog or cat might still make good companions. They can live 10 to 15 years. After I reach 70, I’ll have to do the math again.
I recently bought some tickets for a concert 9 months away. In the age of computers, do they really need to sell them so far out. When I buy a ticket to something, I would like to go while I still remember I bought the damn things. In the not too distant future, I may have to stop buying tickets for shows that far in the future. I may not be there to see it. And, frankly, for some of these old rock and rollers, I’m a little doubtful they’re going to be around that long.
The commitment grace period is getting shorter. I think I have a few more great commitments left in me, a pet, a car. There will be a day though, when I’ll have to think twice about buying a gallon of milk. After all, my expiration date might be before the stamp on the container.
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