I was in my 50s and going through a mid life crisis. I had recently just gone through a divorce, I had been given the golden handshake at work and was unemployed. My kids were all grown up and wanted nothing to do with me. A couple of years ago I had money in the bank but since that time I had not worked and had become broke, overweight and depressed. All I would do is sit at home and aimlessly wander through the channels on the television. I felt hopeless and the most simple daily tasks plagued me with anxiety.
Then one day as I sat in front of the television I snapped it off for no reason and got up out of my chair and looked out the window into the night. I decided that I would go for walk. I slowly put on my shoes and jacket and headed out into the darkness.
After about five minutes of walking I noticed that a thick fog was starting to roll in ahead of me. As I walked closer towards the fog my visibility continued to be reduced. Then only feet away from me was the thick wall of white vapor. I stepped into it and entered the twilight years of my life.
Suddenly in a haze of fog I watched myself as an old man pushing myself around in a wheelchair. After nearly five minutes of watching myself pushing forward I ran out of gas and rolled backwards into the wall where I had started. I observed myself trying to get up out of the wheelchair but I no longer had the strength and my hands slipped off the handles of the wheelchair and I fell on the floor. I could hear myself scream for help but nobody came. Then nearly an hour later with blood pouring from my ear I was picked up roughly and thrown into a chair by a big lady. I noticed that there was nobody else in the senior's home except for my old self. I continued to watch myself for days. I appeared so lonely as nobody came to visit me and nobody called me. Even the nurses ignored me. I did everything to get attention but nobody would talk to me. I decided to walk up to myself and say hi. I entered the senior's home unnoticed and entered the room to talk to my old self. But my old self just looked at me curiously and told me to leave. As I walked away I looked back at my old self and I had already fallen asleep in my wheelchair. I exited the seniors lodge and headed back into the night.
Ahead of me was the fog I had previously entered. I walked back into it and as I stepped through and entered back into reality I realized that my life was passing me by and I was doing nothing with my time. This was time that I would never get back. Suddenly I felt energized and said to myself that from this point on I was going to live life to its fullest.
I went back home and sat on the couch and flipped through the t.v. channels wondering when things would change in my life. That's when I had the feeling that they wouldn't and slowly my glimpse at my twilight years became a reality.