Getting older is rather interesting. You remember the naive declarations of youth while trying to balance the responsible realizations of mortality as an older individual. When I say older....I mean any age over...."hey...someone else will pay for it.." Sometimes this does not occur for a long. long. long while.
I'm working this whole month through. It leaves a bad taste in my mouth....not because I'm working so much, but because I'm not working toward anything substantial at the moment. I'm turning thirty, (cliche heart attack moment) and it's scary.There are so many static moments. The moments where things just don't change and the moments where true intuition is over-wrought by worrisome concerns.
We all live and we all die, both our blessing and our curse. So what do we do while we're here? Buddha says chill out...Jesus says give....My mom says get it together. I understand my mom best. But my mom and dad are superheroes. They have done more than I could ever understand. They have worked harder than anyone I know. I hope this generation can be more like the good folks, those who created a better world for us...our children...our future. Those left with the burden to hold our dreams.
Some of them are us, some of them are still growing, I hope we hold on.
