Post by deerslayer on Jan 6, 2009 14:30:49 GMT -6
this is not really a joke--but i like it
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 kinder 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 AM and sleep until noon? I will dance with
> myself to those wonderful tunes of the 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!
>
>
> MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE A RAINBOW OF SMILES ON YOUR FACE
> AND IN YOUR HEART FOREVER AND EVER!
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 kinder 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 AM and sleep until noon? I will dance with
> myself to those wonderful tunes of the 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!
>
>
> MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE A RAINBOW OF SMILES ON YOUR FACE
> AND IN YOUR HEART FOREVER AND EVER!