At five years old, we crave security, familiarity and nurturance. We’re at our best when we feel the safest; well loved and cared for. We explore and we learn, but within the boundaries we know are there for us and we like that. We need people that care. We need parents, grandparents, teachers, caregivers and communities that love us and do everything in their power to help us succeed.
At thirty-five, it’s about contributing, striving and most likely, providing. We’re in our prime and hopefully doing what we love. Physically and mentally strong, we run marathons, build our homes, raise our families and solidify careers.
At sixty-five we reflect and relax a bit. We enjoy the fruits of our labor and soak up our grandchildren. We walk. We take up new hobbies. We travel. We have lunch with people because we can. We give of our time and talent and if we’re able, we give more.
