Life and Getting Old From One Who is Old Enough To Know...

My brothers and sisters of blogsville,

I have erred... I know. My silence is unforgivable! But I must ask that you tamper justice with mercy. I am sooo down on bended knees... Actually, on one knee, because I have a small bruise on my skin near the other knee. I got the bruise playing love with my hubby... Wink.lol. Yes o! Who no like better thing? But seriously, with time, I will explain why I have been silent all this while. 

Life is a journey, filled with so many experiences. No matter how joyful or painful those experiences are, we have the responsibility of learning out of it. Which brings me to my post for the day. I read this piece from an unknown author, and I thought it was intriguing, hilarious, and an all time food for thought, worth sharing with good people like you. I hope it doesn't just appeal to you, but that it also opens your eyes to something about life... Something you might like to share with me and us here. Enjoy... 

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). 

Thanks for being there... We must all be thankful for life and getting old. 

Peace... I'm out