In The Three Ages of Humans — Only One Has Hope

“So, we have a Turning Point and a Perfect Age? Very interesting.” Someone asked. “What’s the third age?”

“When facing any crisis, you fly back to a certain age in your life?” Tracy Lint questioned Renice, her longtime friend. “Why?”

“To change course and car,” she elaborates staring into Tracy’s eyes.

Reading the sadness and pain in her eyes, “Did you?” Tracy demands.

“No.”

“Then why go back?”

Tears stealing down, Renice inquired, “don’t you go back?”

“Yeah,” Tracy admits, staring at her, trying to read her emotion between sadness, pain, and regret. “All humans do. But for wisdom, strength, and understanding. Not for your impossible reasons.”

“Do you go back to a specific age?” Renice questioned.

“No, I go back to an incident, not an age,” Tracy shares.

“But that incident happens at a certain age,” she questioned.

“It’s the thoughtlessness and cruelty of humanity that sends me back, not my life decisions like you,” Tracy elaborates.

“You are confusing me,” Renice said.

Tracey hands her a ticket she took from her bag, hanging on the chair she sat on. “Join me here,” she points to the ticket she hands her. “Grace Linton will simplify it for you.”

Three days later, Renice met Tracey at the entrance to the Fullerton Ballroom in the Gladstone Hotel in Riverfalls NY.

Grace Linton was dressed in red shoes, green pants, and a yellow lace blouse.

All eyes were glued to her attire as she stepped on stage. She read their expression and sheared, “red for the blood running through our veins,” pointing to her shoes. “Green for life and yellow for the sun. All three are connected to life.”

The audience nods in understanding. Grace dived in quickly, “I was in a conversation last night with a dear friend, who keeps going back to a certain age and situation in her life, hoping to change course and restart it.”

“What’s wrong with that,” an angry voice in the audience explodes, as Renice grabs Tracey’s hand, squeezing it.

“That’s impossible,” Grace said. “Even though humans have three ages, none of us can literally go back to any of them.”

“What!” Many in the audience shout.

“I have only one,” someone objects.

“Me too,” another voice said in protest.

“She is crazy,” someone else argues. “How can I or anyone of us have three ages?”

“Yeah,” a voice to Tracy’s right agrees.

“I wished I had three ages,” another member of the audience shares.

“What are they?” Renice challenged, as silence snatched control of the more than six hundred curious minds.

Grace smiled and elaborated, “The first age is our Turning Point age. The age when our life makes a turn in the wrong or right direction.”

“That’s the age Renice goes back to when faced with a crisis!” explodes from Tracey’s thoughts.

“Why go back to that age?” someone behind them quested.

“Mentally,” Grace explained. “When facing certain dilemma many want to go back to their Turning Point Age. They think, or wish they could go back and turn their lives in a different direction.”

“But that’s impossible!” someone said. “What’s done is done.”

“But we can improve our present situation,” someone suggested.

“I think we should be allowed to go back and change things,” a voice in the middle row in the second aisle shared.

“That would be changing everything, good and bad,” a voice reminds everyone.

“What’s the second age?” Tracey asked quickly as many in her row were getting boisterous.

“Your Perfect age,” Grace answered.

“What’s that?” Renice queried.

Smiling, Grace explained, “It’s the age when your life is where you want it to be. It’s also when you are at your happiest. For some, it’s their happy point or age. For others, it’s when they achieve success. It’s the age many go back to, to find happiness.”

“So, when some of us face a crisis, we will go back to our perfect age or happy point?” someone interrogates.

“Yes,” Grace agrees. “Many go back especially if they lost something that robs them of their happiness.”

“Or everything,” someone adds.

“That too,” Grace acknowledged.

“Or when their life became imperfect,” someone else said.

Grace nods educating, “all of us go back into our lives for a reason.”

“True,” many conceded in unison.

“So, we have a Turning Point and a Perfect Age? Very interesting.” Someone asked. “What’s the third age?”

Grace smiled, stared at the audience, and shared, “this one many fears.”

“Why?” Renice hit.

“Because it won’t move, and forces us to face reality,” Grace educates, pausing for a moment, staring at the eager-eyed audience. “It’s our real age or Our Feared Age.”

Jaws dropped, as Grace continued to enlighten, “reality must come in and that’s the most terrifying part,” closing many mouths.

“Not if you don’t have to use the other two,” a confident voice asserts from the back of the middle aisle.

“I agree,” Grace consents. “Our real age is feared by many who have a reason to use the other two. Plus, many humans refuse to grow up.”

“Damn! She makes sense.” Someone conceded.

“I agree,” others joined in.

“Why can’t we go back and change things?” a voice in the middle aisle demands. “I would love to go back to my Turning Point Age and change course to a better direction.”

“It’s the Perfect age for me,” someone shares. “I want back my happiness that they took away.”

“Turning point for me,” a voice to Tracy’s right notified. “I want to undo a lot of stupid decisions.”

“Me too,” another voice complied. “Then I would be a doctor instead of a lousy office Assistant.”

Many females and a few males express their disappointment about life robbing them of the opportunity to go back and change their lives. Grace listened until silence took over.

One elderly female breaks the silence, “I am with the Real Age. Because that’s where life is and change for the other two can be made. Change can’t reach those two, because no matter how powerful hope is, it can’t reach our past. But it touch, heal, taste, enlightened, motivate, inspire etc our future.”

“Not for all of us,” someone said. “What is lost I can’t recover.”

“She is right, there is no life in our Turning Point or Perfect age,” someone points out. “There is no space for improvement either.”

“But knowledge of what was, meaning our past, can be used to heal us and help change to grow in our Real Age. Thus, giving us a second chance at life, love and happiness.” the elderly female motivates.

Silence stepped in as hearts, souls, minds, and thoughts sank into reflections.

“She is right,” someone encourages, taking control away from silence. “There is more hope in our Real Age!”

Humans do have three ages. A Turning Point Age is when our lives turn in a certain direction good or bad. Some would love to go back to turn their life in a different direction. A Perfect Age is an age when we are happy and wouldn’t change our lives for any reason. When we have the life, we want. When we are sad some want to go back to that age to reignite the flames of happiness.