Great take on getting 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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Cranky old man

This story is doing the rounds on the internet and whether true or not I think it opens our eyes to how we might be treating people we see.

Next time you meet an older person, wait for them to climb slowly into the lift, count out change slowly at the checkout in front of you or simply ask you to pass something they have dropped.

They were young and vibrant like you…

Cranky Old Man…..
What do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see?
What are you thinking .. . when you’re looking at me?
A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise,
Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food .. . … . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . .’I do wish you’d try!’
Who seems not to notice . . .the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . .. . . A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not . . . … lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill?
Is that what you’re thinking?. .Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse .you’re not looking at me.
I’ll tell you who I am . . . . .. As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, .. . . . as I eat at your will.
I’m a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters .. . . .. . who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen . . . .. with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he’ll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . ..my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now . . . . .I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . .. . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . .. With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me . . to see I don’t mourn.
At Fifty, once more, .. …Babies play ’round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . . My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me . . . . My wife is now dead.
I look at the future … . . . . I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing .. . . young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . And the love that I’ve known.
I’m now an old man . . . . . . .. and nature is cruel.
It’s jest to make old age . . . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone . . . where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells,
And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells
I remember the joys . . . . .. . I remember the pain.
And I’m loving and living . . . . . . . life over again.
I think of the years, all too few . . .. gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people .. . . . .. . . open and see.
Not a cranky old man .
Look closer . . . . see .. .. . .. …. . ME!!

New Year resolutions

How many of these have you made over the years? I lost count in my twenties… so there is no chance now!

Why do we make them? Is it to try to fix the errors of the past year? Guilt for not having taken advantage of the opportunities?

Either way I will not be making them this year, or should I? There are so many thoughts on the subject amongst my friends that I am as scared to not do them as to do them. So I have decided to make them more general this year, that might help, and share them with you.

In 2011 I did so many wonderful things and I feel I took opportunities that presented them selves. Traveling to the US again so that I could visit Monument Valley, then white water rafting in Colorado – these were all dreams I seized. How do I better them in 2012?

The resolutions I have come up with are to embrace each opportunity that presents itself, I will not be accused of being a ‘wall flower’. To make sure that at the end of 2012 I have learnt many things and experienced life, let it touch me.

How do you feel about resolutions? Do they fill you with dread?