Sunday, January 27, 2013

ELDERHOOD WITH LOVE


 

ELDERHOOD WITH LOVE


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  some body'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.

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 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 Ifeel like it).

 MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART, ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S STRAIGHT
FROM THE HEART!
From a friend....

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