my biological clock is ticking away and while my peers are looking forward to retirement, I am only beginning. I still feel an overwhelming sadness when I reflect on the wasted years.
The best years where I could have explored and developed my talents and creativity were spent in slavery to the watchtower. While my catholic cousins were getting degrees in school and climing the latter of success, I was trudging from door to door. Twenty years of pioneering. Twenty years I will never get back.
Damn… I know… I know… I’m in the same boat. Seems like we’re about the same age. I lost 30 years as a 24hr/day, 7day/week fully-in JW with many responsibilities (pioneer/elder) who worked menial jobs and was broke the whole time. I was not fully in as a child; had an unbelieving father. However, even then I mostly believed it, so it affected my outlook all throughout high school. While everybody else was planning for the future, I was thinking “what’s the use?”
while my peers are looking forward to retirement, I am only beginning.
I feel the same way. I recently met up with an old friend from elementary school. He’s only a few months older than I am, and he’s already retired. He makes twice as much in retirement as I do working full-time. I feel like a teenager just starting out financially. This friend of mine gets up every day and does whatever he wants. I get up and immediately have to get on conference calls, start tracking my every move in a log book, etc. I have zero retirement prospects. Some posters have made comments like “just make the best of life now.” While I appreciate the attempts to be positive, the problem is time. I don’t have much time left. I love life. I love to travel. I love to read and learn and explore and contemplate. I love adventure. But I’m a slave to a menial job. My two one-week vacations per year are spent working on cars, doing home repairs, etc. JWdom stole my life. It is cruel, heartless, cold, uncaring.
Some years ago, my dad made a big investment in a private water-treatment facility. He made the investment through a young broker who flew out to investigate the company. Supposedly it was soon to be taken over by a government (city? state?) and investors were to make a lot of money. My dad ended up losing all of his big investment. About twenty years later, this broker looked my dad up (my dad had moved) and came to visit. I saw the two of them sitting out in the broker’s car talking. The broker profusely apologized with literal tears. The fact that info coming from him had so profoundly affected my dad’s life in a negative way had been bothering this guy for years.
Is the JW leadership bothered by the fact that JWdom has so damaged our lives? I lost far, far more money because of JWdom than my dad did because of this broker’s mistake. And, at least my dad didn’t lose time; I lost three or four decades (and my future was robbed, too). Will JWdom ever apologize to us and others like us? We all know the answer to that. To the contrary, JWdom still wants us to bow before it and give our last drops of blood (and money) for it – answering to its petty rules, swallowing its nonsensical doctrine, going through its mind-numbing routines, etc.
For the last few decades, I have lived for the future – never in the present. For that reason, now that I’ve left JWdom and am starting to live in the present, it feels as though I entered a time warp and went from 25 to 55 in the blink of an eye. I see friends from high school with grandchildren and it feels so weird. I’m thinking “What happened? You have grandchildren???” When I try to explain my feelings to them, I can tell they don’t understand. I guess that’s because they’ve all had lives – they’ve lived in the present, so time has passed normally to them.
So here I am – feeling like I’m just starting out in life, yet without much time left. At least it feels good to be free. No more rushing to mind-numbing, corny meetings. No more drudgery of field service. I haven’t cut my hair in about five months and I’ve got about 1/4” growth on my face. It feels good to not have to answer to the grooming police. I can now explore my tree-hugging, hippie side if I want to. Yes, the freedom does feel good. I kind of feel like some of the folks who leave the Amish and wear a pear of blue jeans for the first time. It feels so daring, so freeing to them, yet to everybody else around them, it's nothing; those folks have ten pairs of jeans and have been wearing them for decades. So I feel daring having longer hair and some growth on my face, however, to most people, that's nothing.
I really do envy my retired friend and all my other peers from school; they are all financially well-off and have really lived life. I would love to somehow get enough money to buy and restore and old VW van and live out the rest of my life traveling around the country and living in the van. There is so much to see and do. But thanks to JWdom, I’ll probably never get to do that.