You’re going to get old. Even if you refuse to accept this fact, and you sweat at the gym, and jump out of planes and run marathons and get “work” done and look better than anybody in your age group, you’re still going to get old, and then you’re going to die.
Okay, so that’s a bummer.
But what if this fact didn’t scare us? Maybe if we could accept the realityof mortality, we could relax and enjoy our lives more.
And just maybe then we could stop measuring ourselves against the gold standard of “youth”. Sure, young people are pretty, and they seem awesome because of what you imagine their potential to be. But old people – yes, that’s you, and I’m not saying it as an insult – are to be valued for things other than looks.
For example, my adult kids get all dramatic about human behavior, because they’ve never yet had to deal with certain types. They look to me for answers, and I have those answers. Sometimes I actually sound wise – but compared to a 30-year-old, that’s not so hard. They’re cute but they haven’t been around as long. Stuff scares them. They lean toward overreacting, but I throw out the lifeline and reel them back in and they’re grateful. And they’ll learn, becoming stronger and wiser, and then their smiles will become wrinkled and their hair will fall out.
Pretty soon, if they’re lucky, they’ll be as old and wise as me.