You don’t truly appreciate growing old until you really reflect on what you have lived through. I mean it’s a marvelous thing when you think about. I was an impressionable toddler listening to Radiohead when they were new. I was there when one half of America, disliked the other. I mean there has been so many things that when they make history books, I will be able to say, like my parents, I was there for that. I can tell my kids how great Nirvana was for me, and what it was like when the first black president took office. I’ll be able to give first hand account on how 9/11 shook the nation, gay rights movement, leather pants on almost every rapper. Who knows what’s left to come, but growing old doesn’t really suck.
25 years and I’m starting to cope. Maybe at 30 Ill be complete content and at 40 just be through with it all lol.
The other day when I was getting a late dinner at the dining hall one of the workers yelled out to me as he was leaving ” Get that education man!”. He had a big grin on his face. He couldn’t have been any older than 27. I replied something like “I know man , I’m trying” and ended it with a smirk.