When a person is thirteen, most of their life is in front of them. The choices, the decisions, the moves, or the stays, all align in front of them like packages on a conveyor belt ready to chosen or discarded. However, when a person is fifty, he or she is readily able to look back at the choices that were made. This decision here. That decision there. This person here. That person there. That event, this event, that circumstance, this situation, that choice, this choice, a little move here, a lot ta move there, and other reflections are available for review.
Seated within the emotions of a fifty year old are the realizations that over one half a person's life is expended. Anxiety fuels some, and they become stagnant. For these development turns toward greater selfishness, and the drive within is to satisfy oneself. A new look here, a new car there, an exotic vacation, or a shopping spree, all become the focus. Others understand the same time awareness, and become generative, are helpful to others, playful with grandchildren, become a mentor, and begin passing the torch. Generativity verses stagnation becomes the marching fuel, and future years are dependent upon which vein a person chooses.
Mark decisions well. For the paths one chooses will be the same path he or she walks back over in the silver years. The choices made today will be the footsteps on the pathway back to the dust from which one is formed, and those who are wise understand that the greatest footsteps will not be those which are material in substance, but will be the solid relationships with people that were forged along the way. Until tomorrow...Why Say More?
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