A man is not old until regrets take the place of dreams.
I don’t dwell much on my age, it seems like I was older when I was younger and younger now that I am older. What a wonderful discovery it was for me when I realized that the time that has gone by has led me to a place where I can find more than I had ever hoped for just around the corner. I feel sorry for those who have chosen to just age and retreat into a life that pretty much just repeats itself day after day slowly ending up in stagnation. My only regret is that I waited so long to become young. At least I learned enough over the years to be able to tell the difference between a life filled with duty and obligation and one with the freedom to enjoy and serve by choice. Trust me kindergarten was OK but eldergarten is better.
My friend Ken always sends me reminders of how much fun there is for all of us if we open up. Sometime ago he sent me the following that I enjoyed enough to share with you.
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, 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 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 they could have.
Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 a.m., and sleep until noon . . or go to the casino.
I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 40’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 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. So 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.
Father Time is not always a hard parent, and, though he tarries for none of his children, often lays his hand lightly upon those who have used him well; making them old men and women inexorably enough, but leaving their hearts and spirits young and in full vigor. With such people the grey head is but the impression of the old fellow’s hand in giving them his blessing, and every wrinkle but a notch in the quiet calendar of a well-spent life.
A woman was chatting with her next-door neighbor. "I feel real good today. I started out this morning with an act of unselfish generosity. I gave a five dollar bill to a bum."
"You mean you gave a bum five dollars? That’s a lot of money to give away like that. What did you husband say about it?"
"Oh, he thought it was a good thing to do and thanked me."
A seminar on Time Travel will be held two weeks ago.
A man from the East Coast is visiting California for the first time, and is conversing with a California native. He says, "I’ll be visiting La Jolla (lah-JOLL-a) next week," whereupon the Californian replies, "Oh, you mean, ‘La-*HOY-a’?" "Oh. Yeah, I guess so." Then he adds, "but right now I’m staying in El Cajon (el-ca-JOHN)," and again the Californian corrects him, "You mean, El Ca ‘HONE’?" "Oh. Yeah, right." Then the Californian asks, "So when will you be returning home?" The East Coast guy thinks about it for a minute and then answers, "Oh, I don’t know, I guess sometime in ‘HUNE’ or ‘HULY’."
Give me the luxuries of life and I will willingly do without the necessities.
Frank Lloyd Wright
Two rural church deacons who were having a sociable beer in the local tavern when they saw their minister drive by and take a good long look at their pickup trucks parked outside.
One deacon ducked down and said, "I hope the reverend didn’t see us or recognize my pickup."
The other replied indifferently, "What difference does it make. God knows we’re in here… and he’s the only one who counts."
The first deacon countered, "But God won’t tell my wife."
"True friends are the people who walk in when the rest of the world is walking out."
The man passed out in a dead faint as he came out of his front door onto the porch.
Someone called 911.
When the paramedics arrived, they helped him regain consciousness and asked if he knew what caused him to faint.
"It was enough to make anybody faint," he said.
"My son asked me for the keys to the garage, and instead of driving the car out, he came out with the lawn mower."
Why can you "slow up," but you can’t "speed down."?
A minister was planning a wedding at the close of the Sunday morning service.
After the benediction he had planned to call the couple down to be married for a brief ceremony before the congregation. For the life of him, he couldn’t think of the names of those who were to be married. "Will those wanting to get married please come to the front?" he requested. Immediately, nine single ladies, three widows, four widowers, and six single men stepped to the front.
"I didn’t pay attention to those who pointed out my limitations.
If I had, I would have never realized my dream."
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
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