I thank GirlieOnTheEdge for this week’s Six Sentence Stories prompt — the word is LABYRINTH.
I lost myself in the complex labyrinth of life.
A journey from child all the way through to wife, mother, wife, mother.
The career dream lost along the way, day to day drudgery of peon administrator, soul destroying lowliness became the way.
Middle age is the veil of invisibility, where you are now lost not only to yourself but the uprising youth, who do not admire, respect, aspire to anything that you grew, shared, owned, developed or gave.
Why aspire to old age when I could give in now, let go of that dream of retirement, forever downtime, sofa comfort, cruising, reading of books, eating of fine cheeses, imbibing of finer wines.
I don’t look to a haunting purgatory, heavenly thereafter, glorious afterlife, and so should shoot straight for that hole in the ground, because I’d need to have faith in a higher power waiting to take my hand and help me grow and prepare for the next life for that to have any point.