They’re all hard years

“Adolescence . . . those are hard years.”

. . . aaa, they’re all hard years.

Unless you’re unlucky enough to be indigent, dysfunctional, or chronically depressed there are usually a modicum of good vibes during most days or weeks or months or years. But, overall, it’s never easy:

Childhood:
Lucky if you and your family are pretty together, but that’s not the norm. Subordinate, vulnerable, beholden.

Adolescence:
You need to start growing up and into the crazy adult world.

Twenties:
Fraught with felt expectations to commit to lifetime directions.

Thirties:
The commitments are almost invariably difficult and disappointing.

Forties:
Commitments claustrophobia.

Fifties:
First sense of regrets. First signs of aging.

Sixties:
Youth is gone.

Seventies:
Aches and pains which will not be healing and getting better from now on.

Eighties:
No more sense of a future.

Nineties:
Any day now . . .