I was both blessed and cursed having older parents.
Blessed because of the insights and wisdom they offered by virtue of their having lived so long before I was born.
Cursed, because I understand better than most of my wicked and depraved generation, the values which my parents developed, believed-in and clung.
I think that as we grow older, we become world-weary toward the end, and are strangers in our own land.
Nothing new to prove. We are who we are.
Mind you, I'm not there yet, but I understand those who are there...almost finished this journey...about to start another.
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Hi! Agree or disagree or maybe have better ideas (not to hard to imagine) then welcome and speak your peace.