The Joy of Getting
Shared by: Terence Lee
I would never
trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, and my
loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly.
As I have aged, I have become kinder to myself, and less
critical of myself. I have become my own friend.
I do not 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 a treat, to be messy, to
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 4am and sleep until noon? I will
dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60’s &
70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a
lost love ... I will.
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 the strength, 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 do not
question myself anymore. I have even earned the
right to be wrong.
I like being old because 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.
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