The danger of living alone going into my 55th year (the old "double-nickel") is that my heart has slowed down enough to pay attention to how I accept the ownership of and feel about my thoughts. The positive result of this is that I tend to think of things around me in a more cheerful and pleasant manner; not one moment do I wish to waste of the rest of my life on anger, hatred, pain, jealousy, bitterness, suffering, shame, regret... . To do so would, only, pleasure my enemies and take away from who I "choose" to be. Negative occurances may happen around my life; however, I control their influence on my self. All I am and all I have "real" control of is this body, which contains all that is "me." Everything outside of this flesh is no longer me, but something for me to perceive, as I have learned and am learning to do, in a sane and happy manner. No longer fearful, but elated to be alive and well; able to feel at all. Outside of me all will be as it is or what it may become; inside, the same.