I've noticed with age comes indifference.
It has recently been brought to my attention that someone associated with the auxiliary has been side stepping me because this person thinks that I am mad about something that happened months ago. The reason I know this person thinks I am mad is because he keeps telling other people but has said nothing to me. The problem is I just don't care enough to make the effort to resolve the situation. Then why am I writing about it? Well, because it bothers me not to care.
As mentioned in the previous post, I have spent a lot of time worrying about the terrible unknown "what ifs". On more than one occasion my mom tried to tell me that as I got older I just wouldn't be as concerned about so many things. I found this theory hard to accept because I care about people and things and situations. And to me, to not care or care less would be sacrificing who I am. But now I sit here with a few more years of perspective on life and I realize it's not so much not caring as it is seeing the big picture and figuring what's really important to care about. So I guess that means it's not really not caring; with age comes purposeful caring.
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With age comes experience which teaches us that most of the things we worry about we have very little ability to influence, or we just don't want to put forth the effort to influence. We grow cynical, even about ourselves. And then we die.
Mothers know so many things little girls like you can't know, and Mother knows your carrot seed might never, never grow...This blast form the past sort of goes along with your what if good things happen blog. In the end, the kid needs a wheelbarrow to take the carrot to the house.
Nah, nah, it won't come up. Nah, nah, it won't come up. It won't come up. It won't come up. Your're carrot won't come up.
I watered it. I pulled the weeds. Carrots grow from carrot seeds.
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