Or
Mortality

I think middle age is all about becoming who you really are because you're cogniscent (I looked back at cogniscient to see if it would be recognized by spellcheck or not because I wasn't sure how to spell it...if it indeed was a word or not. Anyway - if it was a word, I wondered if I spelled it correctly, so I looked back and I got the red underline. Shit. CTRL-mouse(strikethrough)fingertouchtrackpadboard-depress. cognoscenti? cognoscente? (which incidentally, I had to ctrl-fttpd-depress thrice to ensure proper spelling for this) Nothing in the drop down that barely resembles the word my brain served up on a summertime back-porch serving tray, um, platter? Okay - enough on the topic.

Too much time staring at the screen without movement. Move on) [might you call "I before E" a vowel movement? Props to RB] in any event. Straight from the top: I think middle age is all about becoming who you really are because you're cogniscent of the hourglass; that you're running out of sand. (That Lost Season 6 premiered last week is apropos) [I misspelled that with two p's. There was a CTRL-fttpd-depress that you would not even think was there had I not just told you about it, because of the addition of an fttpd-depress which replaced my misspelling with the correct [eyes dart back to the earlier spelling] "apropos." [on that one I threw the second ", first -- and had to left arrow my way back to the start of the word to drop the first "]

[I like brackets better than parentheses. Can I get a witness?]

Ok - when you're middle age, you're more aware of your mortality. Life is getting short. As you get older, you become less compromising. It's all about looking out for #1.

[Shit. I'm a mac. When did that happen? I blame Hodgman.]

Middle age is a test of love. If you really love the person you've elected to spend the great majority of your time with, then you'll dig it, support it, relish it, sacrifice, yet win out, remember, never forget. [they're two different things, each with their different flavor of mighty] If you haven't been who you really are, you're going to want to quit the facade. Then you'll hit the road to find-out. You'll seek happiness. Intermission - maybe they're selling beer in the lobby or downstairs next to the restrooms. Lights flicker. Act two. Saul on the road to Damascus style. Saul? You're Paul!

Shazam!

Or you're heading for those rocking chairs on the porch.

Maybe that's how it is -- or maybe I'm just thinking about "Mortality."

"Mortality" as a title was a distant second choice.