Forever young

Where the boys are, where the girls are, someone waits for me? Yes, when we were young and in love, that was the usual scenario.

We lived then in a dreamy, dreamy world, all of its own and as far as I can remember, with not a care for tomorrow. How wonderful it was!

The joy of being young and in love, indeed to all of them time is eternity!

However to many, those years have come and gone and now when we bathe in the nostalgia of the yesteryears we can only remember how grand and lovely they were, but we cannot relive any of them anymore.

Yes, for many of us have grown silver-haired now, with wrinkles on our brow and somewhat tanned and roughened skin which tell our age that we very much want to hide but couldn’t.

Yes, we have toiled, and given our best years in order to stow some of those well deserved “fruits” for the years that will surely come when we cannot work anymore.

They say time is revolutionary, and indeed it is for with time, landscapes and life styles have changed, some quite dramatically.

Even our love life as husband and wife isn’t quite the same anymore.

We have chores and responsibilities of our own as well as those towards each other to keep that have sapped our patience and understanding and after more than 30 years or more at it, I must say that our love life may have suffered as a result.

Sometimes, we appear to live in 2 different worlds. We pursue not less but more of our own individual and self-centered interests or activities that are mostly gender-based.

Fellowships that you go to have become more or less for men or for women only, seldom mixed.

The common things that we used to do and enjoy together earlier in our marriage seemed to have lost its favor and we don’t know why.

Why is it that when we were young and in love, we had so many things in common with our mate and enjoy sharing many things together that we don’t find in our later married years? Have love gone stale, can it?

Yes, we have raised kids of own, taught them all we know and we lament how as they grew up, a time came when we couldn’t teach them anything new anymore.

Finally, a time came too when they moved out to start new nests of their own. How our hearts ached and wished it was not like that!

Like many, we took care of grandchildren as and when they arrived and how we loved them like our own, but they too have grown up now, and everything in our home seems quite bare as we the original couple, are left once again to fend on our own.

We come to the point in our lives when we finally ask ourselves, “Is that all there is to life?” Couldn’t there be more?

Well, but what do you expect?

Life’s like that, isn’t it? It’s abundant but yet, not quite fulfilled.

How true what this fellow, Milton Greenblatt had said once and I quote him here,

“First we are children to our parents, then parents to our children, then parents to our parents, then children to our children.” Think on it.

It seems to me that we live life like going thru’ it in seven stages as illustrated in “-ills” by what Richard Needham described as, “The seven ages of man: (1) spills, (2) drills, (3) thrills, (4)bills, (5)ills, (6)pills and (7)wills.” Hope you see how it fits.

Ever wondered, at what stage you are in?

Believe it or not, someone once said, “The first half of our lives are ruined by our parents and the second half by our children.” I’d like to believe that can’t be true but to many, it is.

Life to some, there’s so much to do, and so little time to do them.

And isn’t it so? “Life is what we make it, always has been, always will be.” (~attributed to Grandma Moses 1860-1961)

Well, do not regret growing older. It is actually a privilege denied to many.

Adding to this, I like what Bernard Baruch said, “To me old age is always 15 years older than I am.”

Let’s think of it that way. After all, how old you are, it’s all in the mind, isn’t it? I am what I think I am, and so are you.

Cheers!

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