The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation

“The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation”

Now that I’m turning 50 (in a couple of weeks). I think I understand what Thoreau meant by that. Now I know that age has nothing to do with it; at least so much as approaching that age and what (current) society values as relevant and necessary.

In another time, the prospects of becoming fifty, of approaching the milestone would considered a celebration and an accomplishment but not for me , not really anymore. If anything I  feel squeezed, tired and just plain  old. I am loathing to contemplate my future and prospects.

I know I am dwelling on the negative but as i consider my future and how difficult tangible progress becomes, I help but despair and feel that quiet desperation.  Maybe this will pass… I hope it does. 

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