The Turnaround

There comes a time in life where everything shifts.

Starting off we depend on elders to feed us and bath us and teach us and shelter us. Our parents teach us how to talk. Our school classes require us to be quiet and listen to the one adult who spouts the wisdom we are tested on. Our employers mentored us to do the job requested properly with a raise and a move up the corporate ladder as motivation. If you fail this test, you are fired.

When we are young, we would go to the doctor and get a shot or a pill on his or her qualifications by the diplomas on the wall. The doctor knows best.

If you don’t feel better, your parents can try a different doctor’s diagnosis and prognosis and treatment.

The title “Teacher”, “Preacher”, “Mayor”, “President” is title given in respect of their knowledge and wisdom. There word must be accepted due to their title. It is a caste system.

Then comes the time when the old ideas are put aside for a younger, more creative innovative ideas come from the next generation.

I can only imagine a parent who has lost authority.

The decision makers must now become the students, following the changes they don’t understand. The ‘good ole day’ or the ‘way things were’ don’t last long. The future marches on without control.

Some of us will accept it and some will hang onto the past.

Either way there is one certainty.

No one gets out of here alive.