Painless as it was for them and unconscious
of regret, your journey though had begun. Is there a plan, a meaning, a future?
Depends on what your point of view is.
Downloaded from the moment of your arrival
with other opinions from the 'practical' laws of natural survival like crying,
tantrums, and bullying, you soon learnt independence. Alas, this was not to
last. You found quickly as you aged that you had to fit in or be left out; that
your opinion did not count for much unless you did.
Was it true you were just a geographical
accident when it came to religion as well, and the only evidence you had for it
was tradition itself?
You joined clubs, associations, political
parties, and any other party in town. Slowly you started to decipher
what was really going on in this world but by then time had landed you in
middle age. A restless, hurried anxiety made your search more frantic. There
were new regrets: The need to remind others to not waste time; to be
independent and an individual. They were not listening for they were younger
and in a hurry too.
You embraced new challenges that lay ahead
even as the old ones were still left undone. Then you became elderly, if not
mature. It was as good as you thought it was going to get. You were wrong.
You had shown care and concern and
knowledge of self; you tried to help others and wished to enact change. And
somewhere out there today, in just a few seconds, the fickle fortunes of timeless
ancestry all settles down to a few seconds of body chemist-ry driven by passion
or duty.
Barry Clifford
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