Yet sensing the senseless, we
Strive for something—some
Reason for living, loving, dying
All.
Witnessing birth and death, the burst
Of beginning and end, we
Perceive whispered promises,
Issued visions from somewhere
Beyond.
Tempted to believe we possess power we
Press for fulfillment
Almost touching always
Baited by
Provocative Elusions we
Tremble at the Strip-Tease of life.
Desire. Approach. Refrain.
All
Ways the yearning denied.
Born not on our own we Die
All alone
Grasping for dreams induced by
Chanced glimpses of More that
Keeps
All most
Coming.
-Me
-Me
I also found this poem I wrote as a young adult (back when I was especially annoyingly optimistic to my friends) words that pull
together what I’ve been talking about, crazy as it is may seem . . .
life, death, sexuality, and cynicism pulled together in the mind of the
earlier Gen Xer who was me:
I’ve hit on death and sex and intend to move on to more of what characterizes the Gen Xers amongst us. In a word, what has characterized our lives is cynicism.
As
for me, I have been a PollyAnna Sunshine in the midst of cynical
friends. I’ve had to step lightly through the minefield of cynicism from
college on in order not to overly annoy those of my friends and peers
who prefer to see the glass half empty. I may be an optimist in a
pessimistic generation, but I’m pretty sure people from other
generations see my sarcastic and morbid bent more vividly than do my
peers . . . I'm often told as much by the looks I get. "HEY!" I want to
say, "I'm the hopeful one! Don't you know?!"
Blessings to you all. Until the next time, when I will attempt to understand the cynicism of Gen X . . .
This blog post is part of a series of writing (April 3-May 14, 2011) by Tammy Fletcher Bergland about Generation X facing midlife. tbergland.blogspot.com
This blog post is part of a series of writing (April 3-May 14, 2011) by Tammy Fletcher Bergland about Generation X facing midlife. tbergland.blogspot.com
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