“To be seventy years young is sometimes far
more cheerful and hopeful than to be forty years old.”
— Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr
I find something very alluring
about having the goal of working, even if eventually in a part-time capacity,
as long as I can. Work is invigorating so long as it is interesting. And, so
long as our work involves us in a passionate pursuit it can keep us feeling
quite young. Despite the physical ageing process, what really has age got to do
with anything? We are who we are from the dawn of life until dusk.
The older I get the more is my
appreciation for life, and the more thankful I am for the grace in God that has
carried me thus far so faithfully. And as more unique problems are added to my
experience, and I am helped by God in fresh ways, I get to contemplate and
sometimes understand more about the mysteries of life.
Blessed Are the Aged
Many people who consider
themselves ‘aged’ may not feel this way—that they are blessed. But, in accord
with their experiences of life, that they have, until now, survived, and have
endured, there is much more for them to be in awe about as they consider their
lives.
As we age and we reminisce we can
take these moments and be somewhat awed as to the things we have endured, the
things we have learned, and the relationships we have enjoyed.
The blessing of having aged
somewhat, even if we are in midlife and nowhere near retirement age, is we have
presumably learned about perspective.
We might have felt forty years old, but we can feel fifty or sixty or seventy
years young.
Age depends very much on
perspective.
Taking more consideration about
the legacy we have, rather than focus on the ageing process, thankfulness
becomes us more and more. We are no longer in such a hurry to achieve. Our
focus is less about work for work sake. Our goals are more centred on crucial relationships.
Sensing that we won’t be here forever, we seek to make more of our moments
count.
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Age provides opportunities to view
life differently. Gone is the rush and hurry. More focus is on the differences
we’ve made; the colours of our love. With age comes perspective, and we may
well view an older age more favourably than midlife, because we are over
vanities.
© 2012 S. J. Wickham.
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