Still living with lots of the others…
No, I am not a sultan. I am neither a sultan nor a raisin, although some extended time in the sun could change that.
I have a wife, three daughters, and a female cat. They all treat me as some acceptably odd character who shares their lives. I am no longer at the centre of existence and no longer at the centre of my own small act.
Philip Larkin Knew all about it:
“Something is pushing them
To the side of their own lives.”
You reach that moment when you have dispensed with thinking about life as one great adventure. The French talk about egotism as revolving around one’s own belly button. It’s like a living birth when everything in the universe is centred on the sole issue of that sole issue, you.
Once out in the open, it takes decades to accept that the world no longer revolves…
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