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Middle Aged

That awkward space in ones life smack dab in between being born and leaving this earth.

What a terrible idea middle age is.

Who is to say when MY middle age is?

If I die at 70, I’m way passed the middle.

Humans like milestones. Are we there yet? Not yet, just a couple more hours. It gives us something to look forward to on a long drive. We want to know how long the drive will be, and what time we will arrive. The human life is not so simple.

Our destination is not as simple as arriving at Grandma’s house.

If my calculations are correct, I have just begun ‘middle age’. But I don’t really know when I will get ‘there’, the end of the journey.

I’m not on a plane ride. I am on my life’s journey and there is still so much to see and do and learn.

For now all I have is NOW. So, I stay here, laugh here, play here. Stay present. Because I don’t know where my middle or end are. I Laugh now.

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