I knew a man who used to go to the bathroom, and every time before he went in, he put on his overcoat. I would stand at the door after it was closed and knocked. He would laugh and cry out, "Come in.'"
I tried the handle. The door was locked.
He acted much older then he actually was and in another way he acted much younger.
I suddenly became very aware of my body and I wondered how I would think when my body is older and worn and still I wonder what I will think when my life is spent and I know I am about to die.
I wonder if I will have put enough ingredients into my life and I wonder if there'll be enough happiness. And when that day comes and I look back on my youth and reflect on this moment and I will laugh in glee knowing that moment is now.
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