Beauty of Aging

The beauty of everlasting gift!!!

I can hit the golf ball any way I can and laugh if it goes in the lake.
That's the breaks. I'm just happy I can still hit that golf ball.

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, 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. If I at the same time wish to weep over a lost love, I will. 

I will walk the beach in a swimsuit that is stretched over a bulging body and will dive into the waves, 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. 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, when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet passes?  But broken hearts are what give us strength, understanding, and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine, 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. 

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.  I shall eat dessert every single day (if I feel like it). 


Submitted by Barry Donovan