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<blockquote data-quote="moreluck" data-source="post: 1112852" data-attributes="member: 1246"><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black">OLD AGE IS A GIFT...I HAVE </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black">DECIDED</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black">I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black">have always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometime despair over my body - the </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black">wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken aback by </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black">that old person that lives in my mirror, but I don't agonize over those things </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black">for long.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black">I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black">loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black">more kind to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend. I </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black">don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black">for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avant- garde </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black">on my patio. I am entitled to overeat, to be messy, to be extravagant. I have </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black">seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black">great freedom that comes with aging.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black">Whose business is it if I choose to </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black">read or play on the computer until 4 am, and sleep until noon? I will dance with </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black">myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60's, and if I, at the same time, wish to </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black">weep over a lost love. I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black">over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black">despite the pitying glances from the bikini set. They, too, will get </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black">old!</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black">I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black">just as well forgotten, and I eventually remember the important </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black">things.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black">Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black">not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when a </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black">beloved pet dies? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black">and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black">the joy of being imperfect.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black">I am so blessed to have lived long enough to </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black">have my hair turn gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black">deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black">before their hair could turn silver. I can say 'no', and mean it. I can say </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black">'yes', and mean it.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black">As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black">care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black">even earned the right to be wrong.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black">So, to answer your question, I like </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black">being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black">to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black">could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black">single day.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black">Today, I wish you a day of ordinary miracles.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black">(Author </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: black">Unknown) </span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="moreluck, post: 1112852, member: 1246"] [FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=black]OLD AGE IS A GIFT...I HAVE DECIDED 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, 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 avant- garde on my patio. I am entitled to overeat, 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's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love. 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 bikini 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 dies? 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. I can say 'no', and mean it. I can say 'yes', and mean it. 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. Today, I wish you a day of ordinary miracles. (Author Unknown) [/COLOR][/FONT] [/QUOTE]
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