This was me, this time last year:
This year, I am one year older and a little wiser I think. In normal currency I still deem myself a failure and having reached the grand old age of 47 it is unlikely that I will now make a million or its equivalent, have a pension. The Holy Grail: A Company Pension keeps many of us chained to the desks and computers of this land, afraid to venture out, to try something else, to downsize, to let go! The rate I am going it is ESA to JSA to OLD AGE PENSION. Yes in 3 years time I will be old. I view anybody over 50 as old, as any young self respecting 'whipper snapper' would view 47 as old. I am edging nearer. I am moving closer to the Mortality Mile. I am going to be a strange old man because I will still hold the views I hold now, to a lesser extent they are the views I held as a young man but those views don't mean diddly squat unless I can action them. I have mentioned my plans before and it will do no harm to mention them again here.
There have been slight modifications since I wrote the above but the dream remains true. I wish to start, open and run a Care farm, a Therapeutic Community run on a Permaculture basis.
I want us to reclaim our Mental Wellbeing by digging for victory. If any of you noble souls reading this know of any altruistic individuals who might just wish to leave their farm or small holding anywhere in the UK to a Community Care Farm run on Socialist Principles please let me know.
As an individual I think I am moving in the right direction,
not to make money but to make a difference.
.jfif)
Happy birthday - it isn't that bad you know...life begins at 50 these days :)
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