It's No Longer Fun to Keep Track

That's Right, I've finally at long, long last reached that miraculous point of, "You know what...I don't have any desire to keep track of how old I am Anymore! I'm Over It!" it's funny, but today (my birthday) it just hit me, all of a sudden, "this is not fun, as Fun goes, anymore". It's not bad, there's just no more need for bells, whistles, kazoos, and conical hats. I see the Italian Mafioso in my mind drawl out "F o r g e t a b o u t i t...."
   Well...there's no forgeting, but the countUp, as it were, can withdraw muffled, gagged, and out of sight.
   Anyway, huuurrrayy, I'm another year older. Happy happy, joy joy.
  Wisdom comes with Age, they say. Well, granted, as long as they don't get divorced along the way.

 ....Take a Deep Breath and Count to Ten...

Duality

Is awareness of self in relation to an outcome, happening, or event more important than the particular outcome that we do or don't like?---The 'movie' of the happenings or movements of the self?
   It seems that we do things with the motive of minimizing the flux of duality, in particular the pain of it. Maybe in and of itself that is a wrong focus. The reason being that when we struggle to minimize pain, if too extreme, we increase it, as does the continual obsession of maximizing pleasure. Either effort in either direction, if too extreme, only increases the pain and dischord.
   Can we exist with What Is and work with it without exerting excessive pressure?

 ....Take a Deep Breath and Count to Ten...