Middle Age

I was reading my brother's blog and I found something I thought was interesting...

The Youthful run bright circles about life crying, "Joy! Joy! The world is Joy!"

The Old walk a slow and deliberate path through life saying, "Time draw reign that I might hold each moment to my breast!"

Those of the Middle age scoff at both schools of thought saying, "The Young are silly and the Old are foolish! The world is harsh and all moments pass!" Yet in their hearts they envy both.

I find this to be completely true. As little kids we're always so cheerful and optimistic. We can never find anything wrong with the world, and we're always the ones cheering other people up. As we get older we look back and remember our childhood through fond memories and sighs of nostalgia. When we're really old we cherish each moment as though it were our last, writing everything down so that we won't forget and trying to make the best out of life.

When we're middle aged we try to act as mature as possible. That's when we're the ones in charge of everything, and it's when we don't have time to have fun or cherish the moments. It's as though suddenly we don't have time to be optimistic. We don't have time for extracurricular activities, and half the time we don't even have enough money to treat ourselves to anything because we have to spend the money on paying off our house, or our car, or buying food for our family...

If only the middle aged people could have some optimism too.