|  Old age, I decided, is a 
      gift.  I am now, probably for the first time in my life, The person I have always 
      wanted to be.  Oh, not my body!  
       I sometimes 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 understood the 
      great freedom that comes with aging.  Whose business is it if I 
      choose to read or play  On the computer until 4 
      a.m., 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 bikini 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 a beloved pet 
      gets hit by a car? 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 turn 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.   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 will 
      be.   And I shall eat MY 
      ICECREAM every single day. ~Unknown. | |||
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