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06-22-2006, 09:42 AM
Enjoy !!
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 sometimes despair over my body.
The wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt.
And often I am taken aback by that older person that lives in my mirror,
but I don't agonize over those things for long.
I would never trade my friends, my good 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, but looks so avant-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 comes with aging.
Whose business is it if I choose to read
or play on the computer until 4 a.m. and sleep until noon
I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the
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 wave with abandonment if I choose to,
despite the pitying glances from the bikini set.
They, too, will get old. Much fast than they think.
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 older. 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 my time
lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be.
And I shall eat dessert every single day.
--Author Unknown
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 sometimes despair over my body.
The wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt.
And often I am taken aback by that older person that lives in my mirror,
but I don't agonize over those things for long.
I would never trade my friends, my good 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, but looks so avant-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 comes with aging.
Whose business is it if I choose to read
or play on the computer until 4 a.m. and sleep until noon
I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the
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 wave with abandonment if I choose to,
despite the pitying glances from the bikini set.
They, too, will get old. Much fast than they think.
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 older. 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 my time
lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be.
And I shall eat dessert every single day.
--Author Unknown