Larry Posted November 4, 2006 Share Posted November 4, 2006 >> OLD AGE IS A GIFT >> >> I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have >> always > wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometime despair over my body - the > wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging rear. And often I am taken aback > by that old person that lives in my mirror, but I don't agonize over those > things for long. >> >> I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving > family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become > more > kind to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend. I > don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, > or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so > avant > garde on my patio. I am entitled to overeat, to be messy, to be > extravagant. > I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they > understood the great freedom that comes with aging. Whose business is it > if > I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 a.m, and sleep until > noon? >> >> I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 40s, 50s, 60s, > and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will. >> >> I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging > body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite > the > pitying glances from the bikini set. They, too, will get old. >> >> I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as > well forgotten ... and I eventually remember the important things. >> >> Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not > break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when a > beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength > and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and > sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect. >> >> I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turn gray, and > to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. > S > o many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could > turn silver. I can say "no" and mean it. I can say "yes" and mean it. >> >> As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what > other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the > right to be wrong. >> >> So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like > the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am > still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or > worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day. >> >> today'sTHOT============================ >> >> Frustration is trying to find your glasses without your glasses. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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