It's one of the things that I've noticed as I get older: things are no longer new. When I was young I would buy something and it would be new and I would attempt to figure it out. Find just the right place for it. Plug it into whatever my daily routine was or needed to be. And I would be so excited about having something different. Or I'd be annoyed. Or whatever.
But now that I'm in my 50s I don't buy very many new things. I buy replacement things. And that's a different kind of thing.
The flagpole for the front porch, for instance. We have several flags that we like fly for different seasons. They're very decorative, and each one helps make the house more festive from the outside. Christmas, spring, summer, birthday, all sorts of flags. But the flagpole wears out. The wood gets old and breaks. So I get a new flagpole. It's not new except to me. The same thing that I was doing before. It's just newer.
Cars are another example. You can get all the extras and get all the creature comforts but in the end it's four wheels and an engine with a box around it to carry you from place to place. Fast. Great stereo, cool windows, colors, comfortable seats, shape and size, it's all just a car. Or truck, or motorcycle, or whatever.
Food is another. I get to where I like certain kinds of food. Then my wife will introduce something new and tell her I don't really like it. But I like it enough to try it again. Then when I get to where I'm eating it on a regular basis. But it's just food. Fuel for the body. Something I have to cut back on so that I don't get more overweight.
I guess it's one of the wonders of life. As I get older and more experienced there's less new so I have to instead of being happy and thrilled to find joy in the adapting and the continuing.
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