The opening of Murakami’s short story “With the Beatles,” spoke to me:
What I find strange about growing old isn’t that I’ve got older. Not that the youthful me from the past has, without my realizing it, aged. What catches me off guard is, rather, how people from the same generation as me have become elderly…It’s a little disconcerting – sad, even. Though I never feel sad at the fact that I have similarly aged…
My ninety year old mother liked to say: When I look into my own eyes, I still see my eighteen year old self…” full of dreams and expectations, still hoping for a better world, and for time to do one more thing.
Read the short story with the beatles
Potpourri with Rosemarie 