Ode to Kipling

Ode to Kipling

What is it that we, an individual homo Saipan grasps through a life, which allows us to sleep content at night.
What is it in that complex presentation to and of ourselves, when we settle just this side of sleep, and interrogate who we are and how satisfied we find ourself to be.
What is it, as the clock runs down, makes us feel content 😌
Of course so much is bound up in our sense of security, both the security which allows us to pay our bills on time and equally importantly, the inner security, that having asked so many questions throughout our time on earth, we begin to hone down on some very personal answers.
We find that we have found a friend, a doppel gänger friend, a friend and companion who understands our dilemma as we sit relaxing, on our own, in a darkened room.
We no longer feel the need to go out on some petty excursion. We no longer need to seek to be high on emotion, nor misuse our brain searching for answers which 'others' need.
The slow closure on this life can be immensely graceful or it can be filled with great regret. Regret, which of itself is useless since it rarely takes in the perspective the richness of our past  life, its different stages each an epoch in itself, and often only visualised as some sort of monetarised bottom line. There were so many graduations to our individual lives, so many twists and turns, so many companions who are now gone but who we would call a friend.
If we can truly say that we never let a friend down or misspoke when their name came up in conversation.
If we have had the courage of our convictions, not be afraid to criticise but always sparing with our criticism.