I am now an "elder". Chief of the tribe, head of my clan etc.
Did I ask for this? No.
Sometimes I feel like a little boy and cry out "I want my Mommy"
But that isn't going to happen. She has been dead for over 30 years now.
I have grown children and young grandchildren who look to me for wisdom and advice.
What am I going to tell them? No, there is no Santa? God doesn't exist? Life sucks?
I can't look into their trusting little eyes and say that.
So I do what my parents did and my grandparents did back to the time of Og the cave man. I fake it.
I do the best I can to protect them and give them hope.
Think about it. My parents loved me. Their parents loved and worked for them etc.
When you read about history of 100 or 1000 or 5000 years ago those were your ancestors and they loved their children just as much as you loved yours.
Now the ball is in your court.
