Last weekend I watched my daughter turn 18 years old. I remember how I was at that age. I was idealistic and I felt very grown-up. I was ready to change the world and help it forsake it's stupid ways in favor of a better plan. My plan.
You see, up to that point, everything that had been tried in history was borne of selfishness and greed, and there was no real truthfulness or altruism. I had the one true plan to correct thousands of years of pain and history and get humanity started on the right track to joy and peace.
A few years after that painful personal crusade, I was led to re-evaluate all that I held true, and settle on more attainable goals. Thankfully I'm not as tenacious as some, or I'd have gotten myself killed.
The upshot is this: There came a point when I just got too tired of fighting the same fight every day and I wanted some relief. I had to step back and re-evaluate my assumptions and change my life's focus. It wasn't the first time I had to do this, and it was not to be the last.
Today I find myself in another of those zones, and I know my life will be changing again. Next year at this time I'll have one daughter away at college, and the other getting ready to do the same in a few more years. The last 18 years of my life has been a focus on the strain of providing for a family in the midst of the dot-com bust and all the economic turmoil of the late 20th century.
Sooner than later, a time will arrive when the spawn (as we call them) will be self-sufficient enough to move out for good. My life's focus will change modes again. The constant struggle to keep the finances afloat will abate for a while until the medical bills of old age begin to set in.
All that is the rational explanation of what's going on in my life. What all that translates to in terms of feelings is this: I feel restless, and tired of my life. I dread waking up to face another day in the same fight that I have failed to win for many tiresome years.
I know the end of life as I know it is nigh, and I grow tired of managing all the same details over and over. I look forward to rest, and a respite from the workaday life. I don't hate my life, and I don't hate the kids who have consumed it for these many years, I am just a worn-out old cog in the machine. Let's get one of these young public-school educated, idealistic, energized, change-the-world, I-have-all-the-answers, boxers-hanging-out-of-his-jeans, baseball-cap-on-backwards, hapless morons to take my place. Let him grind away in my place for a few decades.
Who knows, maybe they will be the ones to change the world after all.

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