This was sent to me this morning by a friend. Just loved it and thought I'd share.
The other day a young person asked me how I felt about being old. I was
> >taken aback, for I do not think of myself as old. Upon seeing my reaction,
> >she was immediately embarrassed, but I explained that it was an interesting
> >question, and I would ponder it, and let her know.
> >
> > Old Age, I decided, is a gift.
> >
> > I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have
> >always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometime despair over my body, the
> >wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken aback
> >by that old person that lives in my mirror (who looks like my mother!), but
> >I don't agonize over those things for long.
> >
> > I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving
> >family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become
> >more kind to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own
> >friend.
> > I don't chide myself for eating that extra ! cookie, or for not making
> >my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks
> >so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be
> >extravagant.
> > I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they
> >understood the great freedom that comes with aging.
> >
> > Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4
> >AM and sleep until noon?
> > I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60&70's, and if
> >I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will.
> >
> > I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging
> >body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the
> >pitying glances from the jet set.
> >
> > They, too, will get old..
> >
> > I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just
> >as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things.
> >
> > Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can y! our hea rt not
> >break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when
> >somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give
> >us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is
> >pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.
> >
> > I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray,
> >and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my
> >face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair
> >could turn silver.
> >
> > As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what
> >other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the
> >right to be wrong.
> >
> > So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I
> >like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I
> >am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or
> >worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert eve! ry sing le day.
> >(If I feel like it)