Speaking as a 75 year old woman, I still fall on my (figurative) ass with alarming regularity. And I'm not very adult. The good news is I also do not care anymore what others think of me. And that... that is the greatest gift.
My son was asked once (when he was about 20) how it felt to be the only adult in his family. When he told me that, all I could think to say is, "Yeah... what does that feel like? And thanks honey, for being the adult." He shook his head, and thankfully, laughed. Wryly. But it was still a laugh.
Awww here we are in life. Being the eternally incomplete. I have decided that that is what I am. I believe it is what humanity is as well. At 80 I am still very spiritually incomplete but accepting and happy.
You are gaining a good understanding of life at thirty. It is your saturn return astrologically and a time for reflection and to reset what needs to be reset.
You're 80; I'm almost 71. We come from stardust and we go on and on and on...always connected...the Universe isn't complete and we are of the Universe, aren't we?
And remember, the Universe is not only stranger than we think, it's stranger than we CAN think...
I know and agree I am stardust. I vibrate and sparkle in it. And live
in acceptance of being stardust attempting to be human. Not always good at it. Thus the eternal incomplete. Always something more to learn. Thank-you for your very kind response. I deeply appreciate your kindness Judge Roy. ✨❤️
You’re not alone, Franco. I’ve felt the same kind of things my entire adult life. I don’t think we’re ever done growing, yet I still find a lot of crazy-ass childlike wonder every day-in the world, and in myself. I think I’m a lot like Dee Dee D and I agree with her comment.
Loved this. That moment, when you look around the room for someone that is better at adulting than you ... and realise you are the only adult in the room. But that is over simplifying your point here.
We all continue to grow, regress, learn life lessons ( often forgotten until the next event harshly reminds us). But the thing for me, particularly in my own family, is the yardstick of one's idea of life success, having made it, grown up, taken on responsibilities- is wildly different to another's. And that can cause some serious friction ( read estrangement....). I think everyone needs to remember that measure of success is a life full of curiosity, happiness, pain, love, sorrow, all of the feels. Creativity. Connections. Otherwise what's the point?
“…but look close and see the cracks and spaces, feel the openings and know that I am incomplete…”
Why would anyone want to be “complete?” If you are complete, then why exist another day?
The “cracks and spaces” reminds me of the song, “Man of the Hour,” by Pearl Jam. We played that song at my father’s memorial service. The song IS my father...he was a “tidal wave.” But the last few lines of the song were the point, as far as those he left behind. The "cracks and spaces" serve a purpose:
I love pearl jam, and i love that song. the lyrics are really perfect and I love that you made that connections. Thank so much as always for your well-penned comments.
EXACTLY! That's where I heard the song years ago and I saved it for the occasion of my father's memorial service...it was a tribute that everyone who knew him understood...he was a workingman, a union man, a man who was quick to anger and quick to smile and laugh...he was the impossible dream for me, because I couldn't be that man...everyone respected my dad
"...young men they pretend, old men comprehend..."
Well, I've been BOTH and I have two sons who I've had the happy time observing and I have to say that we all pretend and we all comprehend...It's just old men have the scars that young men have yet to acquire...I can't prevent the scars, though I try mightily
Great poem, Franco. Oh yeah, we all get that. Don't listen to them. Follow your own path and never get too serious. We need our childlike awe and wonder to enjoy this life. :)
Speaking as a 75 year old woman, I still fall on my (figurative) ass with alarming regularity. And I'm not very adult. The good news is I also do not care anymore what others think of me. And that... that is the greatest gift.
My son was asked once (when he was about 20) how it felt to be the only adult in his family. When he told me that, all I could think to say is, "Yeah... what does that feel like? And thanks honey, for being the adult." He shook his head, and thankfully, laughed. Wryly. But it was still a laugh.
Wonderfully written. 👍🏼
Thank you, Dee. That gives me great hope.
I often forget I am liquid. What a wonderfully written post...definitely needed to hear this today!
Awww here we are in life. Being the eternally incomplete. I have decided that that is what I am. I believe it is what humanity is as well. At 80 I am still very spiritually incomplete but accepting and happy.
You are gaining a good understanding of life at thirty. It is your saturn return astrologically and a time for reflection and to reset what needs to be reset.
Just an aside. I think you are perfect. :)
Aw thank you so much Paulette ❤️
You're 80; I'm almost 71. We come from stardust and we go on and on and on...always connected...the Universe isn't complete and we are of the Universe, aren't we?
And remember, the Universe is not only stranger than we think, it's stranger than we CAN think...
I know and agree I am stardust. I vibrate and sparkle in it. And live
in acceptance of being stardust attempting to be human. Not always good at it. Thus the eternal incomplete. Always something more to learn. Thank-you for your very kind response. I deeply appreciate your kindness Judge Roy. ✨❤️
❤️❤️
Paulette, you are wiser than I and you know the three rules of living" 1. Be kind 2. Be kind 3. Be kind.
I watched your Pearl Jam clip. I saw them in an open field in the North of France a few years ago . It was magical as we danced in the rain .
Sounds really magical 😊
The Universe inspired my comment! Happy memories!
You’re not alone, Franco. I’ve felt the same kind of things my entire adult life. I don’t think we’re ever done growing, yet I still find a lot of crazy-ass childlike wonder every day-in the world, and in myself. I think I’m a lot like Dee Dee D and I agree with her comment.
Thank you, Paul :)
I think being a creative (sometimes) makes one think, appear, and behave so differently that they are seen less of what they should be.
Absolutely. You are so right about that.
I read this and thought, this is a wonderful way to start my weekend.
:) thanks, Scarlettt. have a great weekend
Best phrase of the poem: "untrue words
written on ice " that is what it feels like sometimes
i appreciate it, i like that phrase too
Thank you. I can't tell you how much I relate to this -- and I needed to see this tonight.
Thank you, Tesstamona :)
Loved this. That moment, when you look around the room for someone that is better at adulting than you ... and realise you are the only adult in the room. But that is over simplifying your point here.
We all continue to grow, regress, learn life lessons ( often forgotten until the next event harshly reminds us). But the thing for me, particularly in my own family, is the yardstick of one's idea of life success, having made it, grown up, taken on responsibilities- is wildly different to another's. And that can cause some serious friction ( read estrangement....). I think everyone needs to remember that measure of success is a life full of curiosity, happiness, pain, love, sorrow, all of the feels. Creativity. Connections. Otherwise what's the point?
Thank you, Nic. It's true we all have to decide for ourselves what success means. And a life full of feeling is important. ❤️
“…but look close and see the cracks and spaces, feel the openings and know that I am incomplete…”
Why would anyone want to be “complete?” If you are complete, then why exist another day?
The “cracks and spaces” reminds me of the song, “Man of the Hour,” by Pearl Jam. We played that song at my father’s memorial service. The song IS my father...he was a “tidal wave.” But the last few lines of the song were the point, as far as those he left behind. The "cracks and spaces" serve a purpose:
And the road
The old man paved
The broken seams along the way
The rusted signs, left just for me
He was guiding me, love, his own way
Now the man of the hour is taking his final bow
As the curtain comes down
I feel that this is just goodbye for now
https://youtu.be/kmUP1gp6cTs?si=sEyAXBmX8GSSvWiW
I love pearl jam, and i love that song. the lyrics are really perfect and I love that you made that connections. Thank so much as always for your well-penned comments.
oh and i meant to say too how great it was in the closing credits of Big Fish
EXACTLY! That's where I heard the song years ago and I saved it for the occasion of my father's memorial service...it was a tribute that everyone who knew him understood...he was a workingman, a union man, a man who was quick to anger and quick to smile and laugh...he was the impossible dream for me, because I couldn't be that man...everyone respected my dad
"...young men they pretend, old men comprehend..."
Well, I've been BOTH and I have two sons who I've had the happy time observing and I have to say that we all pretend and we all comprehend...It's just old men have the scars that young men have yet to acquire...I can't prevent the scars, though I try mightily
Dee Dee Wise👍
:)
Wait until you get to 65 lol
Lol I bet, thanks Neva
I'm reminded of song lyrics from "Free to Go" by Folk Implosion.
'Chasin' linedrives, butterflies, watchin' TV.
Had seven good years 'til I noticed they were lookin' at me.'
Those are great lyrics, thank you for reminding me of them, Jeff.
Great poem, Franco. Oh yeah, we all get that. Don't listen to them. Follow your own path and never get too serious. We need our childlike awe and wonder to enjoy this life. :)
Thank you Orla :)
I like to find my tribe - I’m fighting the concrete every day, and it is good to know I’m not alone.
thank you, Sandy—keep fighting <3
“My greatest riches are untrue words written on ice” 💚 awesome Franco 👌
💚 thank you, Mike!