I hope what I have lived is my life

As the days grow shorter, I grow more wistful, and more desirous to concentrate my efforts on the things/notions/activities that speak to me, to my soul; To define my own measure of success - for me - and pursue it. I'm reaching an age where "biding my time" makes less and less sense. I so appreciate the clarity I have for the things that matter - to me. I am increasingly intolerant of the things that do not matter - to me. I celebrate the increasing wisdom with age. I lament the diminishing energy with age. I am increasingly taken with the poignant beauty of perfect matches ... - musical notes to words - skills to tasks - soulmates. I yearn.