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An invisible existence.

Rambling through a shopping mall over the weekend made me aware of something that made me feel a little uneasy.  I am now in the age demographic of consumers who apparently don't want to buy anything.  Countless store windows had colossal images of beautiful people engaged in the use of the stores merchandise.  The parade of models fell in to two categories - tweenties (tweens, teenagers and twenty somethings - a word I invented may I add) or over 60's.  Clothing, beauty products and telephones were fashioned by baby faced models while financial products, chemist items and travel ideas were shown off by more mature smiling faces.  So where did I to fit in to all this?  Too old to be fashionably dressed however too young to be on a cruise.  Too old for the latest mobile devices yet too young for health products.  So what is there to do but sit with my coffee and piece of cake and watch the target demographics fulfill their roles in this kaleidoscope.  The high school girls gazing dreamily at the lip gloss posters while the older couple fills out their travel insurance forms.  Then there is me, feeling relived I made it through my tweenties relatively unscathed, optimistic about getting to my golden years in one piece, but quietly appreciating the serenity of my currently invisible existence.  The best of both worlds, even if the marketing posters don't say so.

A new view.

The gilded path has been all that it promised - paved with insight and conviction -  on which I tread through the fields of my lost thoughts.  With time as my ally, I emerged veiled in a new dawn.  From this new perspective, the view is simply magnificent.

The gilded path.

You know that moment at work when everything is going great and life can't get any better then unexpectedly it all seems to fall apart? You turn a corner on this high speed jaunt and suddenly there is a dead end and you are hit with a feeling of helplessness and loss of control, maybe even doom. Its at this point I have arrived. But with the lightening reflexes of a race car driver, I have come up with three options. One is to crash and disintegrate under the pressure of impact, something I have unwittingly done before. The next is to stop and reverse to whence I came negating any progress made.  Although why waste energy backtracking through life. Finally, to pull up gently and walk a different route to where I want to be.  So with options at hand, I have decided it is time to stretch my legs.  Time to breathe in deeply, absorb the spectacle of life surrounding me and head through the green fields.  Away from the paved road I had been on, and in these new lush surrounds, I will find my way once more. 

Our greatest weakness lies in giving up. The most certain way to succeed is always to try just one more time. Thomas Edison