“It`s not how old you are, it`s how you are old.”
As you know I have often reported that my life has never been better even though I have had to depend on more medical intervention than I would have liked. The fuel for enjoying life at my age is the freedom to be yourself and to do what you want to do. Of course it requires that you invest in yourself by taking advantage of your freedom and not succumbing to the siren song of inactivity and the resulting stagnation.
What focused my thoughts on the joy of aging was this e-mail I got from a retired professor friend of mine that someone had sent to him. Read it and if you are not one of us really old guys keep what he says in mind as you look forward to the future. If you are one of us I hope I see you out there with the rest of us having fun.
The Question: DO YOU LIKE GETTING OLDER???
I can hit the golf ball any way I can and laugh if it goes in the lake. Them’s the breaks. I’m just happy I can still hit that golf ball. I am forwarding this to those on my Seniors email list because it is so well written.
As I’ve aged, I’ve become kinder to myself, and less critical of myself. I’ve become my own friend. 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, or sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of 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 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!
“You don’t stop laughing when you grow old, you grow old when you stop laughing.”
George Bernard Shaw
As she ages:
Age 8: Looks at herself and sees: Cinderella/Sleeping Beauty.
Age 15: Looks at herself and sees: Cinderella/Sleeping Beauty/Cheerleader, or if she is PMS’ing: sees: Pimples/UGLY (“Mom, I can’t go to school looking like this!”)
Age 20: Looks at herself and sees: “too fat/too thin, too short/too tall, too straight/too curly” – but decides she’s going out anyway.
Age 30: Looks at herself and sees: “too fat/too thin, too short/too tall, too straight/too curly” – but
decides she doesn’t have time to fix it so she’s going out anyway.
Age 40: Looks at herself and sees: “too fat/too thin, too short/too tall, too straight/too curly” – but says, “At least, I’m clean” and goes out anyway.
Age 50: Looks at herself and sees I am” – and goes wherever she wants to.
Age 60: Looks at herself and reminds herself of all the people who can’t even see themselves in the mirror anymore. …goes out and conquers the world.
Age 70: Looks at herself and sees wisdom, laughter and ability – goes out and enjoys life.
Age 80: Doesn’t bother to look. Just puts on a red hat and goes out to participate in the world.
Age 90: Can’t see and doesn’t worry about it!
GARBAGE: A collection of refuse items, the taking out of which Mom assigns to a different family member each week, then winds up doing herself.
A factory owner said to a store owner, “Thank you, Mr. Smith, for your patronage. I wish I had twenty customers like you.”
“Gosh, it’s nice to hear that, but I’m kind of surprised,” admitted Smith.
“You know that I argue every bill and always pay late.”
The factory owner said, “I’d still like twenty customers like you. The problem is, I have two hundred.”
I’m out of bed and dressed. What more do you want?
On Husband-and-Wife day at La Quinta in Palm Springs, a player drove straight down the 1st fairway. Taking over, his wife sliced the ball 100 yards into the rough. The husband gritted his teeth and made a magnificent recovery right onto the green. The wife blasted her putt past the pin into a deep trap. Delicately, the man lifted the ball back to the green-where it rolled into the cup. He turned to his wife. “We’ll have to do a bit better than that from now on, dear. The hole was bogey five.” “Don’t give me a hard time,” she snapped, “only two of those strokes were mine.”
A lot of trouble in this world is caused by combining a narrow mind with a wide mouth.
Retired professor Moriarty was brought before the country judge on charges. The judge said sternly, “This is not the first time you have been brought before this court on charges of being drunk and disorderly. Have you any reason why a stiff sentence should not be pronounced?”
The old drunk stood up and looked at the judge. “Man’s inhumanity to man makes countless thousands mourns.”
Then he turned and faced the courtroom. “I’m not as debased as Poe, as ungrateful as Keats, as intemperate as Burns, as timid as Tennyson, as vulgar as Shakespeare, as—”
The judge interrupted, “Shut up! That’ll be ninety days.” And he slammed down the gavel.
Then he said to the bailiff, “Take down that list of names and round them up. They’re as bad as he is!”
As we grow old, the beauty steals inward.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
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