Kermit sings about how difficult it is being green. Well, I got news for him. Being beige, brown, black or yellow ain't so hot either.
I have to wonder why the older one gets the harder it is simply to just be a person. I thought I would have all the answers when I got to my 40s but all I have is a mountain of new questions. It seems once I think I have answered one of them, two more pop up and I realize that I will never grasp even a tiny bit of all there is to know and learn. There simply isn't enough time.
So I read what and when I can and I listen to people that know a hell of a lot more than I will ever know as I ignore the people who just think they do. I take the time to try to understand the other point of view even if it makes no sense to me personally. Occasionally I even allow myself to be swayed. I envy the people that jump in with both feet and I pity the ones that are too frightened to take a chance. I try to find a balance of those two that I can live with.
And I wake up every day knowing that time isn't always on our side.