I'm stymied. Perplexed. Stumped, in other words.
You would think that by the time one reaches 60+ that just about everything that can happen would have by now....wouldn't you?
You would be wrong, my young friends. After all, that's why this series of revelations was started many months ago: To enlighten younger people about the vagaries of getting older, especially in a society that affords little respect to age (unless it's bourbon or wine, but that's a story for another day).
Without implicating those who have wandered innocently into my life, I must admit that I'm in a quandry right now. The "scratching my head, tossing a coin, asking the uninvolved for advice, even reading tea leaves" brand of dilemma of a sort that I have never encountered. Or at least I haven't for a very long time.
I guess if we embrace the designation of "Active Masters" (instead of "the aged" or "senior citizen"), we are keeping ourselves smack in the middle of the flow of life, instead of sitting in a rocking chair gathering cobwebs until the hearse shows up. And life is messy, no matter at what age it is flowing around you.
And sometimes you get drenched, whether you are 16, 36, or 63. It's messy, that's for sure. There will be rocks hidden under the surface.
But I'll take a little disarray or a scraped knee over creaking boredom on my front porch any day.
You would think that by the time one reaches 60+ that just about everything that can happen would have by now....wouldn't you?
You would be wrong, my young friends. After all, that's why this series of revelations was started many months ago: To enlighten younger people about the vagaries of getting older, especially in a society that affords little respect to age (unless it's bourbon or wine, but that's a story for another day).
Without implicating those who have wandered innocently into my life, I must admit that I'm in a quandry right now. The "scratching my head, tossing a coin, asking the uninvolved for advice, even reading tea leaves" brand of dilemma of a sort that I have never encountered. Or at least I haven't for a very long time.
I guess if we embrace the designation of "Active Masters" (instead of "the aged" or "senior citizen"), we are keeping ourselves smack in the middle of the flow of life, instead of sitting in a rocking chair gathering cobwebs until the hearse shows up. And life is messy, no matter at what age it is flowing around you.
And sometimes you get drenched, whether you are 16, 36, or 63. It's messy, that's for sure. There will be rocks hidden under the surface.
But I'll take a little disarray or a scraped knee over creaking boredom on my front porch any day.
Youth, large, lusty, loving Youth, full of grace, force, fascination.
Do you know that Old Age may come after you with
Do you know that Old Age may come after you with
equal grace, force, fascination?Walt Whitman
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