Too Busy

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After hours of navigating construction zones and oversized loads, I finally made it home. We signed paperwork for a young woman who hasn’t found herself yet, with a large tabby cat and a boyfriend wanting babies. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that at 64 I still ain’t figured nothing out. So I gave her the same old stick about my overachieving kids, leaving out the parts where I couldn’t help them one bit. Why spoil the life of a bright eyed kid, full of potential and student debt.

I remember sitting in classrooms with young people, with so much hope and energy, while me and the instructors would laugh under our breath. Now as my own children settle into middle age, even their overachieving minds can’t help but see the doom and the greed. Just like my grandparents probably thought to themselves, energy and ambition is wasted on youth. So I sit here too tired to even make myself a sandwich or watch my soaps. Busy typing out thoughts that only a handful of you will even read.

But that’s okay, the load for now is a little lighter on my Bride and Son. Another month can pass without the specter of a hidden bill or unexpected emergency hanging over our heads. So as the middle of the day comes to pass and the damage has been done. Say a prayer for the innocent who have yet to walk this walk. Where our own cynical minds blew right past the caution lights. Laughing at our own broken dreams, that we are now too busy to moan.

#Innocents #Maturity #Cynical #LessonLearned #Awareness


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