On Aging I’ve Become Kinder, Less Critical

Some very true words to      ponder….I hope you enjoy.

Please send back. ( I did ) It’s neat. you’ll laugh when you see the return message.

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).

MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME   APART, ESPECIALLY WHEN IT’S STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART!