Getting old appears to be a slow and long procedure.
I didn’t think I was getting old until a couple weeks ago I was visiting with a few friends from high school. You know those old high school buddies that you had fun with if you’re young enough to have fun?
You need to get old to actually understand the difference because when you’re young you don’t have enough time to think. That is the problem with young people now. So many things to do and so much technology they don’t have any time left to think.
There’s a massive difference between being young and being old.
When you’re young, you enjoy having plenty of fun.
When you’re older, you enjoy remembering all of the fun you had when you were young.
The best thing about being old and remembering those great old days is that you may exaggerate about how great they really were. Even when you’re exaggerating with friends that shared the exact same fun, they go along with you.
Whether it’s the lack of memory or simply wanting to enjoy fun to its fullest extent, I don’t really know.
As my friends and I had been talking about the great old days, I happened to notice wrinkles on their faces. I didn’t say anything at the moment, but they sure looked old to me. Also, I didn’t quite remember how gray their hair was when we were young.
When I was young and having all this fun, I never gave a thought about how young I was or that I was getting old. My entire focus was on the fun part of life and that I thought that would take me through the rest of my life.
I remember my 20th birthday quite well. I was observing getting from these teenage years and becoming an adult. Little did I know that it takes several years to develop into an adult and some don’t really make it.
Celebrating the New York City Animal Removal is quite impressive. Since in it all, I noticed my friends were getting old. One of my buddies repeated a story three times and to not embarrass him, I laughed all 3 times.
After the assembly and driving home, I started to consider myself. Am I as old as they seem?
I was afraid to check in the mirror when I got home because I didn’t know who’d be staring back at me. Whoever invented mirrors should be taken and then sent to the moon. A mirror never tells you the proper story and never lets you know how old you are. It merely makes a funny face .
My friends might be getting old, but I have put my foot down and I have refused to get old.
1 friend was using a cane and I didn’t have the guts to ask him why he had been using a cane. He hobbled about and I am not positive if he hurt himself if he was just getting too old to walk by himself.
I have to admit there are a few days that I feel older, whatever that means. Some days I am a little slower than I had been the day before. In general, I’m not as old as some of my friends look.
There’s an old expression that says you’re just as old as you feel, and I am not certain what old feels like. I want to ask my spouse, but you know the trouble I’d be in then!
I did enjoy my trip with these friends, but it did start me thinking about things I’ve never thought about before. I will keep this in mind once I hit that magical mark called 70.
When I got home, I shared a few of my ideas with the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage who only listen very patiently. I moved on and on about how old my friends seemed.
As soon as I settled back into my seat and sipped some coffee, she looked at me and said something which rather startled me.
This was a thought stopper for sure. What if I seemed old to them?
Is it really that bad to get older? I thought about that for a minute and then realized if you stop getting older, you are dead.
The one I like is,”They shall still bring forth fruit in old age; they will be fat and flourishing” (Psalm 92:14).
Not only are my buddies getting old, but I am getting old and my objective is to get as old as possible.