The Two of Me
The Two of Me I often wonder if there aren’t two of me. The ‘inside’ me and the ‘outward me’. The latter functions properly, meeting all his obligations, taking care of customers and staying in touch with friends and family. It is part and parcel of a commitment I made after my beloved wife died over 6 years ago. The ‘outward’ me tries very hard to maintain a cheerful demeanor, a positive attitude and the rudiments of a normal life. The past year as well as the foreseeable future, being swathed in pandemic and economic uncertainty, as well as a considerable amount of political uncertainty, have wrought for me a life of solitude, a loss of tactile human contact, and a stark realization that my inner life is vastly different than the life that I project to the world. In my inner life, my attachment to mortality is tenuous and disinterested at best. I feel as though I am pacing a cage waiting for an end ...