Growing old “ain’t worth a shit”, I’ll be the first to admit that. At first it was my eyes, then pretty much everything else. I suppose it all depends on how you look at aging. For a few folks I know, it’s fight, fight, fight all the way. For others it’s deny, deny, deny. I suppose I’ve just accepted growing old as a part of living. Now I’m not really concerned about the quantity time I have left, as much as the quality of the time I have left. Standing at death’s door some four years ago, relieved me of a lot of burdens. For one it gave me a whole new perspective on how to use my time.
I suppose what I’m saying is, be wise with your time. I know we all have chores to do, but making moments to love or say a kind word are just as important. Don’t allow yourself to come to a point where you realize there’s no more time. Cherish these moments, learn to laugh at yourself. Show off your wings, and learn to pass along the joy and wisdom you were given