If wrinkles must be written upon our brows, let them not be written upon the heart.
The spirit should never grow old.
–James A. Garfield
Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.
— Mark Twain
Age does not diminish the extreme disappointment of having a scoop of ice cream fall from the cone.
— Jim Fiebig
When does that time come to you. Are you one of those that, when you are sixty, you will call yourself old? If you do, I wonder why, although I have known a number of people who, at a tad younger age than me, say they are old at sixty. I also have a mid-fifty year old, very close friend, who says she is already old and has been that way for a number of years.
I wonder why and how that time of oldness has stepped in for them, but didn’t happen to me. When the people in my own family were sixty, they may have had medical difficulties, but it was never a gauge for their age. Even though they had a major ache or two they kept going because they knew if they acted old, old age would creep in and wrap up in their bedroom slippers and wait for them to slip them on. Then in a short time you become old.
Sometimes, or maybe most of the time this “old” phenomenon creeps in because there is little life left in the heart, not much stamina in the stride and little curiosity in the mind. I can’t imagine not having any of those qualities. Presently, I may be on a little detour, but even during this hiatus of grief and during the years of my care giving, I still knew the importance of protecting the “feel good” attributes of the human psyche and body. I always want to know what is current and I always knew the quest for life was still alive in my heart….To this day I sing, smile, laugh and cry each day. I respond to life as it changes minute by minute and I need to give credit to my Mother for making sure I always had a positive attitude, nevertheless, during my years to get where I am now I lost track of the joy of tomorrow and the need for hope, but thankfully I am beginning to see the joy of anticipating tomorrow and the buds of hope are beginning to return.
Instead of feeling old, I often have the opposite problem. I forget I am aging because I still have my youthful, even childish thoughts inside. A few days ago I found out an acquaintance had a passion for roller coasters. Oh, it brought back memories of my fervent entreaty to ride every roller coaster in the world and then facing the fact that most of the fun of roller coasting is to go with someone, I never had anyone who was willing to share in my delightful quest and so whenever I was near one I went on alone. Even today, if someone was willing to take a ride with me, at sixty-plus years, I would act like a child getting into the seat first and scream my head off as we reached each turn and dip. Oh what a wonderful feeling in your tummy!!
Since I am always curious about everything I posed a question in a group I belong to on Eons, the baby boomer cyber site I have written about. All the responses were emphatic that “Oldness” is a state of mind; although the response from the manager of the group , was the best of all: