THE FINAL CURTAIN

. Nick With Gabi Bernstein

For months I’ve toyed with the idea of writing a blog, a brief summation of my feelings, thoughts, opinions, and ideas about the creative process, world events, and our State Of The Union!

As many of my FB family and friends know I’ve traveled the developing world for the past 25 years learning, experiencing, and discovering that we in America are not the only ones occupying this fragile place called Planet Earth and that we have so much to learn from our neighbors, politically, culturally and religiously.

Will my writings be unbiased, of course not, they will reflect 80 years of living, failing, succeeding, and finding my way in a world beset with contradiction, disappointment, and danger?

At my age, I should be sitting back and basking in the reflection of my family and a peripatetic life that had given me more than I can give back. And yet I find myself musing on what could have been If I had the courage and discipline to follow my heart, not my emotion.

Life is fickle and capricious, my moods and emotions change with the weather as I search for the magic that matches my talent with my reality. At my age, I'm not about to pull that rabbit out of my hat, and yet I can't accept that reality.

What are you supposed to do when your mind and body are healthy and your ambition is prescient.

People talk about the 3rd act, that chapter in the play when you bring it all together like twisting a kaleidoscope, matching the jagged pieces of the story in a final mosaic.

I guess I'm still twisting that scope, the final curtain has not come down, the play's not over.

Deo Volente!

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