Do you really want to know??

Something to share with former classmates and friends....

Read on dear friend because one day this may be you!    -  Kermit

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Old age, I decided, is a gift - for those whom are fortunate to experience it.

I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be.

 Oh, not my body!  I sometime despair over my body ... The wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt.And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror, but I don't agonize over those things for long.

I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly.  As I've aged, I've become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself.  I've become my own friend.

  I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avant garde on my patio.  I am entitled to overeat, to be messy, to be extravagant.  I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they came to understand the great freedom that comes with aging.

Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 04:00 in the morning, and sleep until noon?

I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60'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 youthful buff - bikini set.

They, too, will get old.

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

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 a beloved pet gets hit by a car?

Yet broken hearts should be what gives us strength and understanding plus compassion in this earthly existence.   A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect or really having learned how to love.

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

 I can say "no", and mean it.  I can say "yes", and mean it.

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 could be.  And I shall eat dessert every single day if I want.

Other wise Life is just a wasted trip in time! 

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