What is the End?



Posted: Tuesday, February 07, 2012

by Tiana Carter
Christianas

When one is under thirty, they think the ‘end of life’ is to be over thirty.  Those poor deluded children think that being able to live at home with their parents is hard because they have to obey the ‘house rules’ and adhere to a curfew.  Going away to school allows them to see that bills don’t really pay themselves (unless they were ‘smart’ enough to drop out before they made it to college, then they find out when the bill collectors start to call them directly).  Calling mom and dad when tuition ‘eats’ all the money they were allotted may have had something to do with ’spoiling them’ but, when that ran out …  the poor young one had to take a job in the cafeteria to eat.  Now that calling mom and dad is no longer an option, these new ‘adults’ have to fit in rent, utilities, transportation, recreation and money for a new wardrobe every quarter using the funds that belong to them.  They thought their ‘lives’ were over the first time they had to pay their own tabs.  Metaphorically speaking, they wanted the spoils but were not the victors ... the war still rages.  Who does get the house?

Finding a suitable mate and setting up housekeeping is another ‘end’ to an era.  They can no longer spend the night out with the ‘chosen one’.  There is (supposedly) only one ‘partner’ now … and they live in the same space as the  ‘lord or lady of the manor’.  The ‘new adults’ have to get up, go to a job (usually one they hate) and come home to hear about the great things their single friends are doing … or fall asleep in front of the television trying to actually ‘situate’ themselves in the episode or movie they were watching when sleep took hold.  It is the spouse rather than the ‘parent’ that has to send them ‘to bed’ … and it gets worse.  Children come and grow … and need … making the dream of parenthood another ending.  There had to be beginnings in order for there to be so many endings and around age thirty, there is a tendency to start announcing the birthday as if it were toxic … the ‘big three oh’.  By the big four oh, all of the wonderful delusions that made adulthood look so inviting to the prepubescent youth amongst us have been lain to rest and ‘reality’ has removed all doubt that there is no way off this planet … not walking … riding … or sliding … and there is no hope for that backwards running clock thing to work either.  Stuck is the way all ‘work a day’ people feel before they get the chance to retire from their jobs to sit … longing to go back … if just for the paycheck … please.  They absolutely will be good if you let them back into the workforce … even just for a little while … please.  Speaking in metaphores ... they want it all -- until they get it.

If they are typical, some part of their body has worn out and had to be replaced or augmented in some way by the time they made it to fifty.  They have difficulty breathing (from the cigarettes they’ve smoked or are still smoking), arthritis is in some part of their body and they might have carpal tunnel from the repeated stress of typing on the computer that has ruined their eyes (and posture), but, fifty is the new thirty they say and hey, who am I to argue with that type of logic.  Maybe it is ’all good’.  Metaphorically, the end is near and it never justifies the means used to get to it.
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Tianna,

Great point of view. Nor did I believe those older than me when they would say, "Just wait and you will see."

My favorite line: "Children come and grow...."

Ron

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