Post-50, I find myself wanting to rebel what passes for normal.
The hate, the violence, the charade of a government ruled for and by the people, I find myself wanting to protest all of this.
I’ve become a Rebel and Political Protester at mid-life.
There’s so much you’re going through when you’re in your twenties and in your early life. Having a disability or some kind of illness you could first of all be tasked with keeping it all together just to get through the day. Managing your symptoms could be a full-time job.
As I got older and healthier it was imperative to me that I wanted to spend my life in public service. To serve other people not just focus on getting my needs met was my new goal.
For those of us who crossed over and have come back I submit that if you’re doing well that’s the time to think about making a difference.
It’s possible that our hardship will be alleviated when we’re older. The symptoms can attenuate. This gives us the second chance to have a better life.
We should not let this life pass us by. We should enjoy being ourselves and living our lives in our own inimitable style.
Yet most of all the quote is apt: Life is not a dress rehearsal.
The older I’ve gotten I’m aware that my life is getting shorter.
If I don’t speak out today when I have the chance I’ve just wasted another day.
Remaining silent isn’t something I care to do anymore.
When you’ve recovered, when there’s an ed at the end of the word recover, I say that you should think about helping to make the world a better place for other people too.
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