Wednesday, September 5, 2012

GROWING OLDER

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).

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