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Post by distantlight on May 30, 2008 21:39:29 GMT -5
now that i am thirty, seeking new directions and paths. the future yet haunts me ...
there are not a lot of good things to say about these past thirty years. did some pretty sweet things, did some terrible ass things. but thirty seems truly new. i don't feel the same encumbrances. i feel i could go good again, or bad again. yet neither the good nor bad are true polarities. 'let me be what i will be' bear echoes of an ignorant path. 'i will follow all instructions' even others more informed so. so, at thirty, i ask those passed thirty of any significant changes you made at that time in your life. or even, if you noticed that things even changed at that time in your life?
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Post by gemstone on Jun 3, 2008 0:56:17 GMT -5
Actually.....reached an epiphany nearer to 40..............chucked out the old life..met a new man..got married...the proverbial cinderella storey a la midlife in fact...hehehe.
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Post by jade on Jun 6, 2008 15:52:09 GMT -5
...and this is the noticeable changes when I turned thirty...and yes, I was a late bloomer...
While I have lost my chastity . millions of years before thirty something else - equally precious bereft of me - at the tender xxx age
Naivety thy name artlessness, credulity; from years ago the innocence lost he state ignorance blasted - straight into oblivion
righteousness, piety pixie, gnome or elf Happily ever after, all to die, all myths, all a lie!
A bygone declared obsolete from not so long ago yet, light-years removed simplistic beliefs – all a gullible disgrace.
Eternally so.
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Post by OscarWillebeest on Jun 9, 2008 5:09:38 GMT -5
Life is no more, no less than a vastly overrated tragedy in which the gods contrive, and we but strive to in sync give lip to own part of script. And glory mar that we never are in possession of the complete script, for in the penultimate act we’re obliged to die a lonely death on a desolate stage, discarded by the other thespians.
I coward… entreating, my options retreating. One final pretence, a stammering sentence… and suddenly there is no more of what there never was, in this vastly overrated tragedy.
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Post by piph on Jun 9, 2008 12:11:53 GMT -5
at thirty most seem to have their health.... by 50 your weaknesses really begin cracking everything apart unless you have enough money to buy very good attendants
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Post by distantlight on Jun 12, 2008 11:10:22 GMT -5
thank you all for sharing your thoughts.
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