LIFE IS A GIFT

This is for all those readers who are in the youth of middle age and beyond.  We all want to be young and while it is wonderful to be young it isn't so bad being older either. (or at a higher level of maturity-sounds a little better, doesn't it)  

I've just lost someone very near and dear to me. She was young. Maybe not as young as some of you but too young to die so soon.  She always lived life to the fullest, never met a stranger, had a smile that could lighten a room  and her heart and spirit were enormous. She was looking forward to many more years, wanted to see her children continue to thrive and dance at her grandchildren's weddings. 

Today I received this and thought it was so timely and a reminder of just how precious life is no matter the age.

As I've aged, I've become kinder to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend.

I have seen too many dear friends leave this world, too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.

Whose business is it, if I choose to read, or play, on the computer, until 4 AM, or sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 50, 60 &70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love, I will.

I will walk the beach, in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves, with abandon, if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.
They, too, will get old.

I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And, I eventually remember the important things.

Sure, over the years, my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break, when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But, broken hearts are what give us strength, and understanding, and compassion. A heart never broken, is pristine, and sterile, and will never know the joy of being imperfect.

I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.

As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong.

So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day (if I feel like it).

Life is a gift, embrace it.  See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.