We’re born. And it begins. The cycle of life.
As babies, we know nothing. Our ability to remember hasn’t yet developed. We have no control over our facilities. We babble and coo and make all sorts of funny noises. We can’t talk. We can’t walk. We have a hard time rolling over and everything we do takes strength that we don’t necessarily have. We fart whenever we like. We burp whenever it’ll feel good. Someone has to feed us. Someone has to care for us. Someone has to calm us when we get sensory overload.
And then there’s this next stage where we turn into kids, and we grow, and we just kind of appreciate being a part of a bigger world. And we trust people. And our family is the most important thing to us.
And then there’s a stage after that where we turn into teenagers, and we grow big tall bodies. And we get easily upset. And our skin starts looking like crap. And friends become the most important thing to us. And our hormones go all crazy. And we experience our first real loves. And we contribute a little, but most of our needs are taken care of by our parents.
And then comes the stage where we’re all adults. And we know everything. And we make money all by ourselves. And we make families. And our skin looks awesome. And we learn the brunt of life’s lessons. And we enjoy the finer things of life. And we feel invincible. And we don’t really need anybody but we love the people in our lives. This stage lasts a while.
And then we one day hit this wall and we start walking backwards.
And suddenly there’s this stage where we become older than middle aged and then older than that. And our bodies start to shrink. And we get all hormonal and moody. And our skin starts looking like crap. And our lifelong friends are more important to us than they ever have been. And we start to experience the loss of our true loves. And we contribute a little, but most of our needs are taken care of by others, quite often by our children.
And then there’s this next stage where we get even older, and we just appreciate still being a part of a bigger world. And we have to learn how to put our trust into other people again. And our family becomes the most important and often the only thing to us.
And then there’s that final stage, when we know everything we need to know, and a lot of stuff we don’t. But our ability to remember is shot. And we lose control over our facilities. And we make all sorts of funny noises. And eventually we have a hard time walking. We can’t walk anymore. We have a hard time finding the strength to do many of the things we’ve spent so many decades mindlessly doing but never thinking about. We fart whenever we like. We burp whenever it feels good. Someone eventually has to feed us. Someone has to care for us. Someone has to calm us when we get sensory overload.
And then we die. And it ends. That great cycle of life.
Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing
PS. Have you ever thought about how life more or less flips around on you? It seems we leave this world very close to the way we came into it, doesn’t it?
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