The article you are about to read is about Singapore and the state she is in. It is filled with no real points, just a lot of harsh, hormonal, and hard-hitting questions.
Been seeing a lot of “the-government-sucks”, kind of articles lately, that’s inspired me to (not agree, but) think.
If countries were humans compared by age, where does Singapore stand on a symptomatic age-scale? To answer that, I tried to google for the “Oldest Country and/or Government”…
… where I learned that “Independence dates earlier than 1919, should be treated with caution, since prior to the founding of the League of Nations, there was no international body to recognise nationhood…” (Today, the role of the League of Nations has been effectively taken over by the United Nations.)
That puts the oldest country at about 95 human years old – the operative word being “old” – where we are talking fatigue, deteriorating organs, weakened pulse, slightly deaf, blur vision (For most! Am sure there are exceptions to the rule, just look at Betty White!)
What about a 49-year-old then? What of her?
Enter my “Cougar-Country” theory. (I’m generalizing okay, so if it’s offensive to you because you know a cougar or are one, please, you might be missing the point).
Typically, by 25, a lady starts to be aware of her level of intelligence and attractiveness; something she capitalizes on.
By 35, she is done experimenting, backpacking, being broke, being reckless, being unscrupulous, being carefree, and being left on the shelf.
By 40, she is held in high regard. She has developed, more or less, a system that works for her, is good at what she does, owns a property, travels well, eats well, juggles a family, and says “pffft” to body image issues. Here, she is even – dare I say – happy, content, whole.
She is a mother to teenagers = experiencing rejection like never before.
Her husband has been dropping hints for her to lose some weight and get new boobs.
Human Resource suggests she gets an upgrade too.
Her memory is intact, yet she cannot remember the last time she got laid.
She gets hot flushes, has a patch of grey hair she has given up dyeing, and is a ball of emotions.
Work sucks. life sucks.
She doesn’t even have a helpline to call.
Do you know a 49-year-old in a similar predicament? I think so. Show her some empathy, understanding, respect, gratitude, and love. Speak kindly to her, and of her. Compare her to others fairly. Be proud of her. Quit complaining, rejecting, criticizing and start loving.