Lyrics to the songs The Way We Were states ‘could it be that it was all much simpler then?” Now that I am a little older, I know this statement to be true. The further reality is that the older you get the harder it gets. I would assume that once you reach a certain age, such as retirement, things may plateau and level out. Maybe then you have more of the answers and less of the stress, the drama the ridiculousness. Though I am not trying to speed up the hands of time I am also learning how to not be frustrated with the right now, how to roll with the punches and how to keep living in spite of what life brings.
There are times and situations in my life where I want to lash out at people, especially when I feel like I am not being heard or understood. I do not get how people fail to keep your confidences, share your business with others all in the guise of thinking they know what is best for you. It is hard to move through life daily and you feel as if you are fighting a losing battle with one arm tied behind your back. Or better yet both arms. It is hard when you feel that though you are surrounded b people that you still feel alone and by yourself and that there is no one you can trust enough to let in and pour your heart out to. In essence life can at times be a Bitch!
If only we could go back to the days when things were easier. Bills were not our concern, we did not have to worry about where our next meal was coming from because it was just provided. Days were spent in school, then home and maybe playtime outsides. Weekends did not involve errands for household good and gas but comprised of cartoons and cereal and maybe at party. The days when even the simple things like what to wear were covered because your school uniform was hanging in the closet. We spent so many days and hours dying to grow up and move out and be independent only to find ourselves wanting to go back to the times where we did not have a care in the world.
What matters now is that we cannot turn back the hands of time. No amount of plastic surgery or teenage clothes shopping will ever get our youth back. We must learn from our mistakes and k now that we have been given everything we need to deal with the challenges we face. We must also remember what our independence brings us, the ability to do the things our parents may not have been able to do for us. The ability to try as we might to give back to our parents even though our debt to them may never be repaid. My grandmother often said “its hard but its fair”. I guess she had a point with that statement. I can say that I am not yet the person God created me to be but each and everyday I am a better person than I was the day before. Not because of my experiences but in spite of them and for that I am grateful.