It’s funny, or maybe just a sign of the times that a number of people—including myself—have asked this very question. You work hard, you try to play by the rules, and you try to treat others fairly, but it just doesn’t seem to get any easier. Why?
What would easier be like, anyway? I suppose my job could be easier—like the guys working on an assembly line fifty years ago; there’d be no need to think, just repeat the same motions over and over. Boooring!
Maybe easier means that I’d make more money and could afford to buy the boat I’ve always wanted. But is there ever enough money? I read about the billionaires do all kinds of outrageous things to make even more or to pay less taxes. Even when you have billions, it still isn’t enough.
Maybe easier means that I’d have more free time in the evening and on weekends so I could—what? I’m not the type to sit still and watch a lot of television. Maybe I would putter around with my various projects, like when my dad retired. He puttered around the house, eventually got everything just the way he wanted, then he and mom would sell the house and move so he could start over. I don’t like to putter that much.
The problem is that easier doesn’t really exist. Things change but we never see it as easier. When we were young we couldn’t wait to be adults, because we knew life would be better. It wasn’t, in fact, we’re paralleling the much of what we experienced back then.
THEN: The school project that is coming due that I haven’t done or really even gotten started.
NOW: Income tax time
THEN: Agonizing over acne and waiting for that growth spurt that will make me tall and thin.
NOW: Agonizing over wrinkles and grey hair, and hoping I don’t gain any more weight or lose any more height.
THEN: Being overly concerned about how the other kids treat me.
NOW: Being overly concerned about how my own kids treat me.
Easy? No. Different? Yes. Better or worse? Whichever I choose.