Rambling on about Stress, Today’s Youth, and the Weight of Change…

Sometimes I find myself sitting quietly, letting out a long sigh, and muttering, “I’m too old for this…” The stress of getting older is something I could almost laugh about if it weren’t compounded by the absolute insanity of the world we live in today. It’s not just about my own aches and stiff joints—though trust me, those are real. It’s witnessing the chaos out there, the endless rush, and wondering when life became so complicated.

And don’t even get me started on the kids these days—what’s up with the younger generation? I look at them and shake my head, feeling like I’ve landed in a different universe. I really do believe I grew up in the best age. Our lives were simpler, fuller, and filled with moments that felt real—conversations face-to-face, playing outside until it got dark, and knowing your neighbors by name. There was something wholesome about the way we lived, something I think is missing now.

I’m certainly not in the “place” I thought I would be at this stage in my life. The idea of dealing with drama just feels exhausting. Why can’t people just do what they’re supposed to do? Why does everything seem like such a production now? It’s as if we’ve lost our ability to pay attention—to really see and hear one another. Everyone is so distracted, buried in their screens, chasing after the next thing without stopping to appreciate what’s right in front of them.

I have to admit, spending time with people—something I used to enjoy—has become more of a heavy task lately. There’s a noticeable shift in attitude, a lack of patience, empathy, or even basic courtesy. It’s real, and it weighs on me. Maybe it’s me getting older, or maybe it’s the world changing faster than I ever imagined.

I guess these are the ramblings of someone feeling a little out of step with the times, a bit tired, weary in mind as well. But if you ask me, there’s nothing wrong with missing a world that felt a little slower, a little kinder, and a lot more genuine. If that makes me old—well, so be it. I’m too old for all this nonsense, but not too old to remember when things made a little more sense. I do know I am over the insanity, the ignorance that seems to be running rampant in the world. For really too old, want balance, peace, and less whatever all this other is.