Shakespeare penned these immortal words,
“To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I eyed,
Such seems your beauty still.”
That is definitely one of those, “Gosh, I wish I had said that” moments. For whatever reason more and more of my readers are sending me e-mails about growing old and/or the frailties of being old.
George Bernard Shaw summed up my feelings about aging pretty well when he wrote, “The longer I live the more I see that I am never wrong about anything, and that all of the pains I have so humbly taken to verify my notions have only wasted my time.”
Sophocles also had a repartee that speaks well of my attitude toward becoming an oldster… “Old age and the passage of time teach all things.”
"Age is a great teacher and humbler and one’s life certainly is much more tension free if one can just accept his or her chronological progression of life." That’s my quote and you may use it anytime you desire. We of the more mature persuasion should be proud of the things we’ve contributed to our society and the things we didn’t take away.
These quotes by Mr. A. Nonymous say it pretty good:
"Senior citizens didn’t take the romance out of love or the commitment out of marriage."
"We didn’t take the honor out of patriotism, the learning out of education or the responsibility out of parenthood."
"We old guys and gals are not responsible for the removal of nativity scenes from our cities, prayers out of schools or the civility out of behavior."
"Eliminating patience and tolerance from personal relationships and condemning the sanctity of marriage cannot be blamed on those of us with grey hair or no hair at all."
"As we all get older we become aware of more and more truths, such as… I seem to tell stories… the same stories… over and over and over again. I’m also more aware that other people’s grandchildren are not nearly as adorable as mine."
"Many individuals seem to be calling me grouchy more and more but it’s only because I have learned to like the finer things and don’t like to settle for those less enjoyable. For instance, I’ve found I really don’t like to wait in traffic, or long lines at the grocery store. I prefer to stay away from crowds, bad mannered kids and folks who blow cigarette smoke in my face.”
All the above were great thoughts. Now I add a few more of my own.
My wife told me the other day that I laugh and play sometimes, like a twelve year old… and you know what, she’s right, I’m guilty. But I would much rather act like a twelve year old than someone who's afraid a smile might freeze on their face and they would be condemned for being happy. Pox be upon us if we should be happy.
Now, there are times I look in the mirror and wonder why my dad’s looking back at me. For an instant the reality that I truly am getting older smacks me in the face extremely hard and I’m reminded that my time remaining on this orb called earth is nowhere near as long as it once was. Especially when I think that both my mom and dad died at age 78, just 5 years down the road from where I am right now. But, then I think about all the things I have yet to accomplish and the things I want to do, so I crack a smile at the old man in the mirror, stick my tongue out at him and tell him to get back in his cage.
My friend and back door neighbor Ed and I were talking a few weeks ago and we’ve both come to the conclusion that neither of us will ever become a good golfer and we’re happy with that realization. Now we can go out and really enjoy the game as it is meant to be. No throwing the club down when a chip shot goes 20 feet over the green or the drive dribbles almost to the ladies’ tee. What was it that Shaw said about wasting time? Don’t have time to worry about the small stuff folks.
Love life for what you can get out of it, but most of all… love what you can put into each day you’re afforded. - Holbrook