As a teenager, I realized the most valuable commodity and the one of which I had the least was love and acceptance. So I searched for love and acceptance.
As a young man starting a family, I realized the most valuable and scarcest commodity was money. So I searched for money.
As a middle-aged man, accomplished in the corporate bureaucracy, I realized the most valuable and scarcest commodity was time. So I searched for time.
As an old man lamenting his younger days, I realize the most valuable and scarcest commodity is physical and spiritual vitality, or in simpler words, energy. But ironically, I don’t have the energy to search for energy. So instead, I’ll sink into my recliner chair with a Hemingway cigar and endless reruns of The Big Bang Theory, until I fall asleep for a thousand years, knowing that one day I’ll awaken refreshed and ready to begin my search for love and acceptance.
Life is good. Existence is forever.