As I was leaving the gym where I struggled on a stationary bike for 30 minutes, I saw a young energetic man set his stop watch and take off in an easy gait to run or jog during the lunch hour. I started to tell him to enjoy it while he could, because the day will come when those days will end because of aging joints and muscles.
Later in the day I saw the following in an email sent to me by a dear friend…
These bodies become less cooperative as we age. For some, work becomes less fun and fun becomes more work. One older friend commented, "I've reached the age where the warranty has expired on my remaining teeth and internal organs."
But I like the spirit of Charles Marowitz. "Old age is like climbing a mountain," he says. "The higher you get, the more tired and breathless you become. But your view becomes much more extensive."
Atop the mountain, one has a better view of the world. One can see above the differences that divide people. One can better see beyond petty hurts and human fragility. Atop the mountain, one has a longer view of the past and can therefore understand the future with more clarity. Atop the mountain, one looks down on dark clouds of gloom and despair and fear and notices that they are neither as large nor as ominous as those beneath them would believe. It is also clearer that however dark they may appear, they too, are fleeting and will someday pass.
George Bernard Shaw said, "Some are younger at seventy than most at seventeen." I think it is because they have a broader outlook.
It will take a lifetime to climb the mountain, but, for me, the view will be worth the journey.
Don’t let age get you down. It’s just a number.
I feel in my mind just as young as when I was at 18.
The problem starts when I try to do something.
Don’t ever regret getting old, it much better than the alternative.
If you don't mind, it doesn't matter.
~Leroy "Satchel" Paige
Joke of the Day
A police car pulled up in front of an older woman's house, and her husband climbed out. The polite policeman explained that "this elderly gentleman" said that he was lost in the park and couldn't find his way home.
"How could it happen?" asked his wife. "You've been going to that park for over 30 years! How could you get lost?"
Leaning close to her ear so that the policeman couldn't hear, he whispered, "I wasn't lost - I was just too tired to walk home."
(A good idea. I may have to use that one day.)