It’s not that cold.
Visits should be cherished.
Make time for the ones you care about.
Still, there better be a large urn of hot chocolate
or better yet a firepit!
When Old is not Older
Youth is wasted on the young.
Yet wisdom is wasted on the elderly.
Why should the balance between the two be middle age?
As children grow older
they do not necessarily grow up.
Plus, age is just a number.
One that changes perspectives sometimes.
Just not always to your advantage.
One versus Many
There are so many reasons
as to why I should do this.
Confidence.
Socialization.
Practice at creativity.
And fear seems to outweigh them all.
The 3 L’s
You laugh.
You love.
You learn.
The life you are given
is simple to look at.
What lessons do you wish to be a part of?
Aging Wisdom
The unshakeable truths of my youth
have been quivering amongst the cracks.
I see the spots of transparency
that details the holes in my youthful logic.
Can I condemn someone for choosing options
that I would not choose for myself?
The sex industry will never go away.
Standardize it and maybe people will see
the actual humans that are in it.
Unborn fetuses.
Whose life is worth more?
The mother or the child who people refuse to care for?
Moral ambiguities’ that I thought were solid
have crumbled under the weight of time’s experience.
Now, I find myself shuddering with horror at the same stories
but for entirely different reasons.
Fast Food
Stay in your car.
Drive past the window.
Give the workers exhaust fumes.
Complain they forgot the ketchup.
Keep the car running while arguing with the workers.
Manager says move please.
Your food may be fast
but your temper is faster.
Fear Overwhelms
It had been years in the making.
Situations every day.
If not one
then another took their place.
School is supposed to be safe.
How can I convince my child
that they may always be a target
and the only way
is to be stronger in will than the bullies?
It breaks my heart knowing
that the fear of victimization
is stronger than anything else in my child.
Progress?
Things look different.
It used to be cold.
There was a depression in the air.
I still feel it hanging around.
Yet, life does not stop.
Appointments, errands need to be dealt with.
Food is a requirement.
How do I juggle all of the problems?
Yet, things get done.
Somehow.
No need to call me back
Yet conscientiously I know they will.
So I await for the phone to ring.
Scrolling through the videos
I find a funny cat one.
Then not to my surprise
my phone rings just as it starts to get good.
Why am I Afraid?
What is there to be afraid of?
Terrorists?
Threats?
Bombings?
Serial Killers?
Bullies?
Death?
Or am I really just afraid
to admit to myself
that something needs to change?
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