As a child I woke up each morning Being told I could be whatever I wanted to be And although it was a great mystery to me how that would be possible That thought seeped into my brain. As a young adult I realized how hard it would be To become who I imagined I wanted to be But what had seeped into my brain Now lodged itself in my soul. And I trusted the mystery of what might be At midlife after becoming who I wanted to be For better and for worse I realized That was someone else’s vision for me And so I started again Empowered with the experience Of previous successes and failures I embarked on a new journey and A new mystery revealed itself to me. Now in older age I wonder what is next With no experience to guide me I would like to think Another great mystery awaits.
May it be so.
I was told children should be seen and not heard. Perhaps that explains the difference in outcomes? what comes next is the great mystery as we master our golden age with as little discomfort as possible.