Getting Old
A friend sent this to me, and even though I don't consider myself old, I can so relate to a lot of it. However, one thing I will never do, is walk on the beach with a swim suit stretched over my bulging body! LOL
I have seen too many dear friends leave this world, too soon; before theyunderstood the great freedom that comes with aging.
Whose business is it, if I choose to read, or play, on the computer, until 4AM, or sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunesof the 50, 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 thepitying glances from the jet set. They, too, will get old.
I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just aswell forgotten. And, I eventually remember the important things.
Sure, over the years, my heart has been broken. How can your heart notbreak, when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even whensomebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But, broken hearts are what give us strength, and understanding, and compassion. A heart neverbroken, is pristine, and sterile, and will never know the joy of beingimperfect.
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, andto 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 whatother people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned theright to be wrong.
I like being old. It has set me free. I likethe person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I amstill 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 Ifeel like it).
I have seen too many dear friends leave this world, too soon; before theyunderstood the great freedom that comes with aging.
Whose business is it, if I choose to read, or play, on the computer, until 4AM, or sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunesof the 50, 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 thepitying glances from the jet set. They, too, will get old.
I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just aswell forgotten. And, I eventually remember the important things.
Sure, over the years, my heart has been broken. How can your heart notbreak, when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even whensomebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But, broken hearts are what give us strength, and understanding, and compassion. A heart neverbroken, is pristine, and sterile, and will never know the joy of beingimperfect.
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, andto 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 whatother people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned theright to be wrong.
I like being old. It has set me free. I likethe person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I amstill 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 Ifeel like it).
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