Time passes, and sometimes we don’t even note it as it does. But there are milestones to every life…and one is occurring today.
My brother is having a birthday today. Whether he’s celebrating it, or just marking its passing with regret, it’s happening…and he’s 52 years old.
I told my son in jest that his uncle was an ‘old fart’, but I’m not that far behind him—so I really can’t say a lot about that.
We all get older with each passing day; the trick is in staying as young as possible where it really matters: in our hearts, and between our ears. Stay young there, and the aging travails of the body will be less pressing. Stay young there, and laughter can be a true friend.
Stay young there, and death will come as a surprise—one not wholly welcome (death rarely is), but one that can be taken with grace, and perhaps a smile to cap off a life well lived.
And so it goes…
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The only regret I have had--of any import--is that we must spend so much of our lives in the act of survival, and so little of it in living.
Sadly, sometimes that struggle makes it difficult to maintain a youthful outlook. When each day is taken up not by the glad arrival of new experiences, but by a measure of dislike and disgust for a repetition of the "same old same old", time tends to pass more quickly than one would like.
However, if one has a wide variety of interests and actively follows their leads, the art of maintaining a youthful and active mind remains simple.
Yes, I am fifty-two now. Do I notice a difference in my internal age? Usually not. I've always been a curmudgeonly bastard :)
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