>>21092304Millennial here. I'm 87 years old, though it feels like I’ve lived several lifetimes of emptiness in this one shell of a body. I look back on the years and see nothing but missed opportunities and lost connections. No woman ever stayed long enough to be a part of my story, no children ever came to fill the silence of my days, and no home ever became more than just four walls to shelter a lonely existence. The friends I once knew, the few who might have cared, are long gone—some to the grave, others to lives that left me behind. What remains is a life that has been worn down to the barest threads, fraying with each passing day, sustained only by the cruel necessity of surviving paycheck to paycheck.
The money I scrape together each month barely keeps me afloat, as the world around me continues to shift and change in ways I can hardly understand anymore. Every day is a battle just to make it to the next, with nothing waiting for me at the end but more of the same. The promises of youth, the dreams of a future filled with love, success, and happiness, have all crumbled to dust in my hands. I’ve watched as time, indifferent and relentless, has stripped me of every illusion, every fleeting joy, until all that’s left is this hollow shell of a man. I feel like a ghost haunting the remnants of a life that never truly belonged to me, a specter clinging to the last threads of a world that has already moved on.
