So When You’re Feeling Old...
Friday, March 19, 2010
I think its sad how the body ages, and never gracefully! Everybody knows that as soon as we are born, and even before, our body grows and develops; but for how long? Well I found out and it’s a sad story!
We develop and grow until the age of 25 (mentally it often takes much longer, LOL!). But after that point, we actually begin to grow old, age, mature, flat out rot! That’s right, after the ripe age of 25, our bodies actually begin to die. Now isn’t that the most frightening thing?
My youngest child will be 25 in April; now I am depressed! It’s hard enough to realize my own body is rotting away, but my baby as well?
So I guess the question is, how young can you die of old age?
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I have reached the official retirement date of 65 this month, so I'm assuming that makes me old. So I immediately changed my saying on my emails "Books--Cats: Life is Sweet" is now the way I go...
Nothing has changed, except, as you say, the body. There are more issues to wonder about, whether that pain means something new is developing...and your discussions with friends tends to center on health...Yikes!
How did this happen?
In the meantime, my newest member to my adopted family, Rascal, spent his first night outside after being in the cabin all winter. He had been found as an outside kitten, but I worried all last night how he would do here with the other cats and the raccoons, 'possums and whoever else came out at night...
This morning, I opened the door and there he was, sleeping up in the tree he had adopted...so soundly that I went out to wake him. He was sooo happy to see me and ran down the tree to be at my feet as I walked around and zoomed into the house when I opened the door! Immediately he ate and then came in, his eyes looking watery probably from the cold I worried, and curled up on my chest and immediately went into a safe sleep...
A cup of tea, a few crackers, a cat sleeping in your arms, and a book... life is still Sweet, Carol, even if my body doesn't move as fast!
I'm with GaBixler. Retirement is wonderful--so much more time to savor and do the things you've always dreamed about doing but never had the time to do. However, I have a 26 year old daughter who thinks she is old--so what does that make me?
At some point along the way, I decided that we should look younger and become more beautiful and stronger as we grow older.
Um, I must have decided that after I turned 50.
Scary when the kids reach ages counted in fractions of centuries...
Need an equation to balance age of body and mind then we could work out which age is optimal, but I suspect the growth rates are different for everyone.
I think it's all about your perception. I decided that getting old beats the alternative- getting dead. I decided this two years ago after a head on collision with a drunk driver that almost did get me dead.
People may look at me and see a short, fat, middle-aged woman with a limp, but as soon as I open my mouth, they know I am so much more than my appearance. I'm a loud, obnoxious, short, fat, middle-aged woman with a limp who make them laugh and out argue them in a heartbeat.
So the getting old thing doesn't bother me so much.
Carol, age is a state of mind. It's not what is reflected back from a mirror that counts, but the essence of our being. To be “Child-like” as an adult is to live life in the knowledge that life is all that you want to make it. “Littluns” are the best example of that.
I feel a bit better after reading this. I'm about to phase-out of my 20's (that's how I'll put it) and quite annoyed at what my body's doing to me in its looks and fat-saving category.
You guys are great! Thanks for the wonderful comments!
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