The following writing has been around for many years. I find it timeless and have decided to include it here on my blog. It is followed by my response to its thought-provoking words:
The other day a young person asked me how I felt about being old. I was taken aback, for I do not think of myself as old. Upon seeing my reaction, she was immediately embarrassed, but I explained that it was an interesting question, and I would ponder it, and let her know.
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 sometime despair over my body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror (who looks like my mother!), but I don’t agonize over those things for long.
I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful 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, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn’t need, but looks so avante garde on my patio.
I am entitled to a treat, 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 50′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 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.
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.
To The Author Unknown – A Response to Growing Old
This was sent to me in 2007 by a friend with the following words: May our friendship never come apart especially when it’s straight from the heart! May you always have a rainbow of smiles on your face and in your heart forever and ever!
With regards to ‘Growing Old’, I offer the following response:
To the author Unknown,
I somehow know, I think it is the will of our God, that there are words for me to write here. I, being on the rim edge of ninety-eight years of age and am entitled to a word or two in response. That is easy.
I fully concur with the writing of the unknown. Hold up now, I have had my doubts, here and there, along the way. Always, on reflection tho, I have gotten a nudge from a quarter that lies deep within my soul, a loving God. “ Stop and think” It comes from a silent voice I know well. ‘ You know who and what you are ‘. Yes I do and I will go on as I know I should. I will follow the path You laid out for me. It’s been a rocky road of winding crooks and deep valleys of troubles and disappointments but I have for the most part come through them smiling, unscathed and go on.
The Unknown Author has described a normal lifetime, I would not argue any point that has been made in an attempt, to lessen it’s impact on the whole
Old Age is a Gift from God
Copyright © 2011 Charles E. Frost
April 25, 2013