Time to fold up this tent and move into my/our deepest meditation zone
for I/we see we have exited our middle-life years
of high-anxiety, rush-rush-rush, fear we’ll die without accomplishing anything.
No more worries about being forgotten
which drove us to write our own origin stories, books and blogs.
We enter our later-life years, not yet our late-life or end-of-life years,
where we begin to harvest the fruits of our labours and investments in retirement,
disconnected from the younger generations,
leaving them to their own social anxieties.
Our path is individualistic in thought
even when it follows well-trodden social change in recent decades that led before us,
crushing flat uneven territory little touched by previous thousands of our species’ evolving generations.
We return to the sanitized suburbs of our youth,
locked in place like a jigsaw puzzle piece.
We hope you forget about us,
looking to others for inspiration and
distraction from daily drudgery.
We will remember your kindness
in the many “like” presses you made on our blog entries through the years,
your occasional comments much appreciated.
Our journey was prescribed for us at birth.
We have oft resisted but rarely strayed far from our clearly-defined destination.
We are domesticated, if not sophisticated animals,
comfortable in our gilded cages.
Thank you for your time and attention.