Let me be clear. I am not advocating lawless conducts nor living dangerously by throwing caution to the winds. By “rules,” I am referring to the social etiquette that we were told, from child to adulthood – wear your Sunday’s best, say “thank you” and “please”, be punctual, for examples.
After all, I am retired – not an excuse nor alibi – but merely an indicator that people of my age should have acquired sufficient skills to navigate through the social maze without committing ghastly faux pas. In other words, live as a member of the master class and not blindly follow the rules.
I will sleep when tired, wake up when ready, eat if hungry, and answer nature’s call . . . Well you get the picture. I answer to my own expectations. Not to others’ opinions. Because it is my life. I know what I want, and what makes me feel good.
No need to stoop to some arbitrary standards that do not serve me. In fact, as Winston Churchill aptly put it, “Rules were made for fools to follow and wise men to be guided by.” Free, at last.
Wouldn’t it be good to be the master of your own life?
Running with Buddha 