Fountain of Youth

Fountain of Youth

This is from a fountain in the old town of Marbella. I tried capturing the fountain’s water drops just a few short weeks before the pandemic shut down Spain and much of the known world. For some reason unbeknownst to me, when I saw the image in my archive yesterday – and because associations often work in mysterious ways, I linked it with the mythological Fountain of Youth.

Shortly after, and mostly on a curiosity-fueled whim, I spoke with a couple of representatives from Sweden’s Department of Retirement. Both sounded conspicuously young and I think I would have been considerably more comfortable talking to someone roughly my age. Whatever.

As I was told by a polite woman from Luleå named Cecilia, it turns out that I’m eligible for retirement payment, Sweden’s National Pension Fund (Social Security in the US), when I turn 64, i.e. in four years.

Hm. Re-reading the above paragraph kinda freaks me out. Retirement? WTF?

I don’t think I’ll ever retire. Not in a traditional sense. It’s not like I have a choice. Creativity is a Pandora’s box. Once opened, I don’t think I can ever really close it. At least not until the mortician has powdered my nose and my coffin’s lid is nailed down or, more likely, I’ve been shoved into the furnace.

Some of my older friends have already retired and after some adjustment time, they seem to be enjoying their newfound freedom just fine. We’ll see.