being old

>
> The other day a young person asked me how I felt
> about being old. I was taken aback, for I do not
> think of myself as old. Upon seeing my reaction, she
> was immediately embarrassed, but I explained that it
> was an interesting question, and I would ponder it,
> and let her know.
>
> Old Age, I decided, 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 butt. And often I am
> taken aback by that old person that lives in my
> mirror (who looks like my mother!), 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 avante garde on my patio. I am entitled
> to a treat, 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 AM and sleep until noon?
>
>
> I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of
> the 60&70's, 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 jet 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 somebody's
> 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 turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be
> forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many
> have never laughed, and so many have died before
> their hair could turn silver.
>
> 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. (If I feel like
> it)
>
>
> MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART ESPECIALLY WHEN
> IT'S STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART!
> MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE A RAINBOW OF SMILES ON YOUR FACE
> AND IN YOUR HEART FOREVER AND EVER!
>
> FRIENDS FOREVER!
>
:D

 

very good dancing queen, I enjoyed that and so true, brill

 

And so say all of us Linda. David.

 

Blimey !!! :D

 

Yes Linda. oh so true. Hope you still feel like that when you are another 20 years older :D

The only thing that bothers me, and I am quite a few years older than you, is the painful
arthritis etc that stop me doing things I would like to do such as swimming, cycling etc.
but having said that there are so many other things to enjoy - like computering :D .


________________________________

 

wow miraflores..the longer you look the more you see