Getting Older

Getting older is something that as a child you look forward to. After all, all of those things that you want to do, or at least think that you want to do requires that either you get older, or you get taller. Yet when you reach those thresholds the euphoria lasts only a short time and then becomes less important. And once your 21st birthday is past then there is no longer any of those milestones that you looked forward to as a child ahead of you. Now life is in full swing and the day-to-day struggle to keep job, family, food on the table, and a roof over your head takes precedence. Time picks up speed, and while the days may drag, the years flow by ever faster until you find yourself now past that final milestone, you have become a senior citizen.

Once you have entered this time in your life you realize that getting old is not for the meek, or the faint of heart. All the abuse that you did to your body in your youth comes to haunt you in your later years. Pain is you constant companion, and while in your mind you know you can do something, your body replies that you cannot. Like with that automobile that you own, as the mileage goes up so do the problems. One of the reasons for this line of thinking this week has to do with the trip my wife and I took last week. We went to visit her sister. Her brother would be there also, and while it was a family reunion of sorts, the main purpose of the visit was to bring all of them up to speed as far as care for their mother, her finances, and her future care and needs. Both her sister and her brother, as I have stated earlier in another blog, have fought or are fighting life threatening diseases. So far my wife have avoided any of them, but with 2/3rds of the family with issues, there is a good chance that she could face something similar down the road.

Her sister and brother are retired which puts all of us in that senior category. I have found that much of the jokes that go around about this time of life unfortunately has a ring of truth to it. An example would be leaving one room on a quest or chore, arriving at the destination and not remember why you were there and what you needed to do. Then retracing your steps to see if you can see what triggered it in the first place. Sometimes you can, and sometimes you can’t. Conversation is no different. You can be discussing something, have a point you want to make, wait your turn, and in the process completely forget what the point was that you wanted to make. Aches and pains are a constant companion, and a full night’s sleep is rare. You find that the extra energy you had in your youth, that reserve energy that helped you keep going is gone. Your tank is empty, and at times getting through that extra work or heavier load completely wipes you out. And naps, the dreaded nap when you were a child is looked forward to as a senior. It gives one that recharge that allows us to finish the day. Yet even with all of what one faces I still wouldn’t trade it for anything. It has been said many, many times that it isn’t the destination that is important, but the journey. After all it is your history, your road to where you are that defines you as a person, who you are and what you have become. So cherish every moment, be it good or be it bad. As each of these moments are responsible for who you are and what you’ve become. And if you are a senior you can say that truly you are a survivor.

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Published in: on June 25, 2011 at 8:07 am  Leave a Comment  

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