Do I
Like Being Old???
As I’ve aged, I’ve become kinder to myself, and less
critical of myself. I’ve become my own
best 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 60s & 70s,
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 will 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
gives 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 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).
(Provided by Theodora Matthews, First UMC – McCamey, TX)
