la vida en limbo
|Parade 2010, Honolulu, Hawaii, United States|
You may get those halcyon days of college in a dormitory where you work at a job at will and associate with others in your age group with as little life experience. A jovial older woman or man may come into the mix, and they usually let you keep your dreams.
Afterall, no matter how old you are, you have your dreams. When you give up on your dreams, they become your regrets.
Life in limbo is life in general. Moving from one point in life to another. The drudgery of going to work, cleaning house, waiting on something a little more than ordinary. All the excitement of childhood replaced by adult concerns.
No wonder we mourn for children being hypersexualized, going to work to support their families, having children early, surviving and succumbing to serious illness and embracing the adult world early. Crossing eastward from the Garden of Eden into what has to be done.
. Thankfully, your dreams change as you change in life. There is a sadness I feel when someone goes back for another college degree when they have already earned one. Prolonging that dive into adulthood where getting an ideal job is chancy at best.
What is good about being in limbo?