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"5fc3">It can happen when the time is right. Or when the time is not right. Too early, in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Anything can happen.One day everything ends. Until then I live, and I will try to do it fully and completely.What can I do? I can do a lot. I can do little. Everything. Anything. Nothing. There are choices I have. I can do what I want. The right thing.Does free will exist? Can I make up my mind, and then make it happen? Or is it already decided, when I think the thought?<h2 id="47ee">I will go out.</h2>I will climb a mountain. And while striving upwards, towards the peak, I’ll give it another thought.My purpose.Our purpose.What is our purpose?All rights reserved. © Øivind H. Solheim, author of <a href="https://www.amazon.com/-/e/B08B7ZX3Z2">novels, poetry, articles, essays</a>, short fiction and experimental writings. Contact: [email protected].</article></body>

Selected stories on ILLUMINATION-Curated

I Woke up This Morning

Selected stories by Øivind H. Solheim hosted on ILLUMINATION-Curated

Distributed to #Life purpose #Health #Aging

I’m 73. In this story I write about the fact that everything and everyone who lives will die once. Maybe there should be nothing dramatic in it. It is the course of life and nature. But we may need to think about it. Not too much, but sometimes, a little.

Folgefonn Glacier 2020 © Photo by Øivind H. Solheim

I woke up this morning.

In my head I heard a number.

Seventy-three.

I woke up this morning. Once again I could hear a number. The number could be anything. Like 29. Or 38. 55, or 67. Or even 96.

Do we think of it? How we carry our number, the weight of the years? The weight we carry in our lives.

What have I learned? What is better now? What has my life become? How will the rest of my life be?

Thinking of it. Age. It’s a number. 73 years. Lived 73 years. Today.

There is nothing special about that — is there?

We wake up every day. And every day we have a number. — So what?

At Folgefonn Glacier 2013 © Photo by Øivind H. Solheim

73

It is not quite like always before. 73. It’s a number that calls for serenity, dignity. And a little reflection.

It’s serious! Where I am now. Anything can happen.

I can live. I can get sick. I can get hit by something, by an accident. I can even die, anything can happen.

Maybe it’s going well. Only maybe. Everything can happen, everything ends.

It can happen when the time is right. Or when the time is not right. Too early, in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Anything can happen.

One day everything ends. Until then I live, and I will try to do it fully and completely.

What can I do? I can do a lot. I can do little. Everything. Anything. Nothing. There are choices I have. I can do what I want. The right thing.

Does free will exist? Can I make up my mind, and then make it happen? Or is it already decided, when I think the thought?

I will go out.

I will climb a mountain. And while striving upwards, towards the peak, I’ll give it another thought.

My purpose.

Our purpose.

What is our purpose?