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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).
 
i met a man once who had white/gray hair with a long beard.the little children ran to him and adored him.almost worshipped him,when i asked him why??

He said it was a sign of wisdom!!
 
TexasBred":1330gghc said:
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).

I know exactly what you mean, and I am only 33!
 
TB,

Did you write that yourself?

I had figured out that you were that kind of man, but I had not figured out that you wrote so eloquently.

I too have long ago given up caring about what I looked like. My quest is to enjoy living and to try to make a positive difference in some way. if folks can not like me for the man inside then I don't need their concern about the man outside.

I have had several near misses with the grim reaper and figure that there is something I am supposed to accomplish during my brief tenure on the mortal plane but for the life of me I have not figured out what it could be. My failures do haunt me some and I have not been quite able to forgive myself over some of them.

But I want to keep on trying.
 
lavacarancher":15n0eyun said:
Texas, I had no idea you were "old". I thought you were a young whipper-snapper straight out of TAMU. Welcome to the club! :lol2:

Lavaca...when I was born the Brazos River was only about 3 foot wide during the wet seasons. :lol:
 
pdfangus":1w6gzb47 said:
TB,

Did you write that yourself?

I had figured out that you were that kind of man, but I had not figured out that you wrote so eloquently.

I too have long ago given up caring about what I looked like. My quest is to enjoy living and to try to make a positive difference in some way. if folks can not like me for the man inside then I don't need their concern about the man outside.

I have had several near misses with the grim reaper and figure that there is something I am supposed to accomplish during my brief tenure on the mortal plane but for the life of me I have not figured out what it could be. My failures do haunt me some and I have not been quite able to forgive myself over some of them.

But I want to keep on trying.

Jim I wish I could take credit but no sir I didn't. When I read it I felt like it described me. Hopefully more of us will relax a bit more and enjoy each day to the fullest.
 
Wonderful. I found freedom when I quit worrying about what others thought of me. You gotta remember what Dun has said, half these folks are below average intelligence so why worry what they think. ;-)
 
TexasBred":3rx5w1ey said:
lavacarancher":3rx5w1ey said:
Texas, I had no idea you were "old". I thought you were a young whipper-snapper straight out of TAMU. Welcome to the club! :lol2:

Lavaca...when I was born the Brazos River was only about 3 foot wide during the wet seasons. :lol:

That's 'cause Dallas didn't have indoor plumbing yet! :lol:
 
Thanks, TB. Lots of wisdom in those words. Along those same lines, it's time for another episode of "Guess That Song".

It's the heart, afraid of breaking

That never learns to dance

It's the dream, afraid of waking

That never takes the chance

It's the one who won't be taken

Who cannot seem to give

And the soul, afraid of dying

That never learns to live
 
There used to be a graying tower alone on the sea.
You became the light on the dark side of me.
Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill.
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and
The light that you shine can be seen.
Baby???????
here Van another one to guess???
 
chrisy":3om73du6 said:
There used to be a graying tower alone on the sea.
You became the light on the dark side of me.
Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill.
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and
The light that you shine can be seen.
Baby???????
here Van another one to guess???

I'm not Van, but I love that song! By Seale (did I spell that right?)

Katherine
 

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