Tomorrow's Tomorrows

HOW is it we lose our perspective so thoughtlessly? Why do we become so engrossed with ourselves we lose sight of our true beings. Last spring I became so concerned over added duties and responsibilities, I was close to blowing up on my job. I felt as if the last vitality were being drained, that old age would overtake and haul down the once eager firehorse. What an opening for self-concern. What a logical place to start worrying over the retired life to begin thirteen or fourteen years hence. Then, there was the chance for fear and selfpity--the boogaboos for an alcoholic--to take over. What if, after being a slave to annuity contracts and a pension plan for a third of a century, one lived only a month, week or few days beyond retirement age?