J. Allen wrote:
Peach Wookiee wrote:
You might be surprised, J.
If my past fortunes are any indication, I doubt it. I used to see life as a mystery, an opportunity to explore what it means to be alive. I wanted to go places I had never been before, and learn great things, to be a part of something wonderful. Now I see it as a dread progression of days in which tedium has claimed any joy I once had. It's all uphill, every moment is a struggle for relevance, and that when I die, I will be alone and forgotten. That last one only bothers me for a moment, as once I'm dead, it won't matter anymore. This is how I see "old" and "young." I will be forever old, until I am dead. Then it won't matter anymore. I'm pretty sure I'll be dead before I ever get the chance to actually live.
Seriously... it's all ahead of you. I'm 55 (damn that sounds old!), but I don't feel anything like that, I'm losing weight and I just bought an electric guitar. I might only have 10-15 good years, and maybe another 10 not so good ones, but I'm going out on a high and a rush! So much to do!
Read the poem 'Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night', and some of the analysis and history of it. It's not perfect, but it has acertain strength we could all use. You won't regret it.
Push harder. It will be wonderful.
As to young and old, if they're scampering on my lawn, they're damn kids. If they're doddering along with a walker that wasn't acquired through injury, just years, they're old.
But, as the joke says, when you drive past a high school and find your checking out the moms instead of the students, you're old.