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I am looking forward to being 80, 100 even.

You are so afraid of getting old

having wrinkles, having flaws,

weakening muscles, fading eyesight,

clouding memory, so like the

lady witches on fairy tales

you wish to be forever young.

 

But never did you realised

the beauty of old age.

 

You were far too busy for simply

being present and savouring the moment.

You were young and life rushed by you.

Your mind was so busy, constantly racing

and striving for success, where

every moment seemed filled with goals,

of places to go and people to see.

 

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Now you’re old, having all the things

you’re so afraid of, but is more present

and ever mindful, finding pleasure

in the smallest things:

 

Such a rewarding experience

is putting on your pajamas at night

and the ease and relaxation that accompanied

this simple act of changing clothes.

 

You wake up with complete awareness

of the aches and pains, yet happy

that you are alive and have lived

a full life that your physical body now

reminds you of.

 

You start your day by the simple task

of brushing your teeth, and you realize,

how lucky you are to have those teeth and

you’re excited to take care of them,

they have value to you that you neglected

when you were young.

 

You see now how your work is

of so much benefit to so many.

To support the ones you love, and

to help others who are in need, is a

tremendous blessing.

You realise how wonderful

that you’re able to work.

 

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So, do your feet hurt? Yes,

but you’re grateful you can walk.

Do your neck and shoulders ache?

Sure, but you’re thankful

you can sit upright and feed yourself.

Do you often feel back pain?

Certainly, but it’s still very strong

and can carry a great deal.

 

And for all of these things,

all of these aches and pains,

all the wrinkles, all the imperfections

you see all the joy and happiness.

 

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Tomorrow,

you will be older still,

and this body will further decay.

But rather than struggle against this,

welcome your own impermanence.

It’s a wonderful life we all share,

and it’s a blessing to grow old!

 

© Diana (2:43 am, May 7, 2014)

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May 8, 2014
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