There is a saying that ‘You have to be in it to know it.’ Likewise, ‘You have to live it to know it!’
I am talking here about reaching retirement age, going past the age that the system has determined is your cut-out point.
The maker gives us life, the forces of life determine the outcome and circumstances decides your fate. The trend is that you get schooling, then you work — and hopefully save to achieve your goals, materially or otherwise.
In life, there are unforeseen circumstances such as accidents, mishaps, being given a raw deal, or being conned or abused. All these possibilities exist.
It is not unusual to make bad choices, or regretful mistakes, along the way. But the bottom line is, regardless of the path you choose or the hand you were dealt, there comes a time when age becomes a factor – and at that time, you no longer have the strength or means to work, or earn.
This is when the cookie crumbles. If you had built a home, or bought a car, or land, it will still need repairs or maintenance, utility bills still have to be paid, but getting money at that time or stage becomes a struggle. It becomes difficult to acquire a loan, not even part-time work is available, your family and friends drift away and the bills (and in some cases debts) become a living reality – and at that stage is where you wonder who you should turn too, and the state, family and friends all leave you to fend for yourself.
Your past or qualifications or social status mean nothing, you are left with the worry and uncertainty of how to continue living without the needed support. Nobody cares and sometimes your only hope is in prayers, but it is not always answered in a timely manner.
You sometimes reflect on the good you have done for others, the many you have helped along the way, the loyalty you gave to your employers, the governments, plans and schemes you supposed, but despite all the reminiscing, it does not change the price of coffee.
It is really a sad reality to grow old.
Despite, the state having to take care of its people, for some strange reason the aged do not count — no youth no support, no savings no return. No care is the nature of growing old, so death sometimes becomes your only salvation.
Wow, what a time we live in. It is just like the reality of being differently-able, or blind, or suffering from a chronic illness, but the state cares only for your taxes. You make many grow, get rich, become successful, but as it relates to when you grow old, you become the forgotten soul.
This is a living reality, a sad part of our history, an enslaved period in life that says that slavery was never abolished, we just went through a transition!