I originally published this on my birthday, April 4, 2020
I posted this two years ago. I have done a little editing and hope it reads better,
I am sharing another class assignment in which we write our thoughts about age. Below are the thoughts that came to me. It seems appropriate to share. Today I turned seventy-three.
Thought #1: Age
Thought #2: I do not want to be old
Thought #3: I do not feel old
Thought #4: I think and feel the same as always
Thought #5: My mind feels and acts the same
Thought #6: No, my body feels different
Thought #7: I am no longer thin and fit
Thought #8: My waistline is much thicker
Thought #9: When did this happen?
Thought #10: Oh! to be small again
It feels great to be my age. There is a sense of freedom that was missing. I no longer have to be politically correct. When asked about my opinion, what I think about how to handle a situation, or what are my beliefs? I tell them I feel good and no longer walk a fine line. Age is liberating, and I shall not come this way again.
It is a beautiful feeling to be a seasoned citizen. It has brought wonderful experiences my way. Some are good, and others are not so good. They have helped shape me into who I am today. I will never be the same again. Of course, that applies to every age, but when you become a senior, you have or should have the wisdom and knowledge to help guide others to a better future.
While age can be liberating, it can also cause moments of regret and depression. All those dreams that you failed to achieve. Tomorrow is not promised to us. Will I have time to make my dreams a reality? I have wasted so much time. I must do better. Is there enough time? These thoughts are killers that I fear. They lurk in the back of my mind trying to kill any moments of happiness and success.
Age is like the Liberty Bell of freedom to the American citizens. You are free to take those vacations you had to put off. You are free to work in your yard at your leisure. You are free to take part in community projects. These are simple things, but time becomes a precious commodity if you have a family and have to work full time.
Step outside and sit for five minutes. Then think of the word “age.” Record everything around you that relates to age.
The bushes I planted with my hands are now as tall as my house.
The rose bushes I planted each year present me with beautiful roses. Each day I open my door; the various scents greet me warmly and help brighten my day.
When I close my eyes and think of age, a confusion of thoughts and feelings crosses my mind. I think of age, I know I am getting older, but it is not what I want. Regardless, I feel the same today as I have always felt. But that is not true. I feel and think the same, yet different. I don’t move the same, yet I am happy to be here to share my thoughts.
Until next time, enjoy all your ages and keep the faith.