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The Lost Middle

The elderly tell you not to get old, because it’s painful


And the kids tell you that they need to grow up as fast as they can, so they can have freedom.


And everyone in the middle seems so lost. . .


With their anxiety and ADHD

      And with their depression and drugs

      They are so worried

      That they are on the wrong path

So eager

    To be young again

 Or so eager

     To be retired

So eager

  To be on vacation somewhere else. . .


Desperate to be anywhere else

  Than where they presently are


What is this trap that so many fall into?


CH 3/6/24

 
 
 

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