nothing to say

For days now, nothing has come thru to put upon the space of my life.
I was helping out a cousin in his office, doing what ever I could to help out.
The shop is filled with young workers, young men and ladies, people who are just starting out in life, some married more than once but still young. Funny, laughing, throwing out insults, sacasisms at each other taking life so freely. Each having their own life, emotions and torments. The elders of the shop are the ones who have carried the weight of their own worlds for the years I have known them, going broke, loosing family members, seeing life for what it is....the weathered look is upone their faces, the knowing...the pain of life, the days that steal away our youthful freedoms. Is it just aging that takes its tole? How is it some have weathered the storm, live life to the fullest and make every opportunity count, and others such as my self, stahled, waiting for the movement of time, in the myrh and muck trying to wade thru the lifes moments hoping around each corner will be the new awakening, the new awareness, the newness of ones own maturity hoping to finally have made peace with life. What can be said, what can be thought, what can be done to make life more alive, more revealing, more loving, to live each day with love, courage, and hope, or do we just accept and wait to die......