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A Better Future

 


As I sit here typing on my computer nearly twenty-four hours after seeing someone before their resting place. I ponder many things. All morning thoughts of what our society thinks. We have had opinions about age, familiarity, and social structures.

I began to realized a few things. First, I noticed that I feel more comfortable around people ten or more years my junior. Secondly, I noted that the people I know that are fifteen to thirty years younger than me, most are not married. Most do not have children. What makes this odd is that, the ages of these people I speak of are ages thirty to forty-five years old. In my day, it seemed majority of that age range were married and or, were raising children or at least had children.

I do not find this to be disturbing, quite to the contrary. I marvel at it. I’ve always wondered, ‘when were people going to realize maybe we needed to slow the population down’? Instead of seeing what I saw thirty or more years ago where everyone was thought to be in the grind of life to be healthy. Maybe that wasn’t a healthy way to live. Maybe it would have been and is better to experience that life you have without additional stressors.

What I’m pointing out here is, I truly believe that the generation of mid-forty year olds and younger do get what living is—better than the generations of the past. Say what you will, as many a reader may poo-poo the ideology of advancing adults enjoying less stress and more life. I see it as something, or someone affected them in a positive manner. And because of it, I believe it will give us all a better future living.---Jody-Lynn Reicher 1/29/2023

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