Frenetic Frantic Fa La La Land

What I want to write about, I can't let out just yet. So maybe, I will just paint a picture. First, we can just automatically include all the unfun, disquieting experiences of adulthood. The bills, the jobs, the bills, having no money, the chores, house maintenance. Getting up early, morning traffic, co-workers, bosses, paycheck deductibles, taxes, afternoon traffic. (or for those that have to work non-traditional shifts; different times getting up and going to bed). Ok, I think that covers some very basic adult type responsibilities that most people over the age of 20 (younger for some, older for others) can relate to. I think we can all agree the aforementioned are a pain in the Sitzfleisch. But to some degree (or all of them), we accept it as "it is what it is" and we dismally hear often, "welcome to adulthood". I read something today about how we work the majority of our lives, retirement is not until 67 (for social security benefits), and the average life exectancy is 77. So presuming we can avoid the big C, heart attacks, strokes, accidents and any other major death causing incidents; that is 10 years of "retirement". Clearly this varies; just speaking on average. So 10 years of the same ol' adult stuff just minus going to work. Ok, ok, yes, yes. Some people are able to have pension plans, have a savings, etc. But the bills are still there. The house responsibilities are still there, and it is very likely that there are health problems by then as well. I don't know what this vomit is really trying to say other than being adult is full of a lot of unpleasantries. But we are really only here for a very short time. A blink really. Until our corporal selves are no longer and once again reunited to the stars. Stardust to stardust. If we could just try to remember that in the day to day mundane and the frequent drudgery that comes with adulthood, maybe we would also pause to pay attention to all the joyful tidbits and sui generis experiences. We would appreciate them, acknowledge them, and hold them dear. We would do our best to enjoy the good times and learn from the bad times. Give light and gracefully receive light from those that are special to us. It is hard when there are heavier weights upon us. It takes even more grit to pull up your boots and "shantay you stay" than it is to curl up into a ball and assent into the dark. It takes more fortitude to be a beacon of light when it is easier to carry the rainy cloud. Each person has to choose on their own to do the hard work and sometimes it takes a little reminder from our friends that it is worth it, that we can do it, and we're not alone. "And when we both get older With walking canes and hair of gray Have no fear, even though it's hard to hear I will stand real close and say Thank you for being a friend (I wanna thank you)"