Whenever I tell someone I really don’t mind getting older, they look at me as if I must be lying. But I swear to you aging doesn’t mean a thing to me, other than that I enjoy who and where I am now. Being 62 years old I can honestly tell you I much prefer this age as being 32 years old. Not many people know, or believe me, that aging is’t as scary as the media wants you to believe.
For one, the cosmetics industry would take a huge dive when we (especially women) aren’t afraid of aging, anymore. As long as we spend millions (if not billions) of dollars on cosmetics and cosmetic surgeries, all is well with the world. I recently saw a woman, my age, who’d had plastic surgery often, her face looked frozen. Did she look any younger? Heck no, she hardly looked human. Give me a book of photographs showing me portraits of older women anytime. Each and everyone of them looks absolutely beautiful.
I don’t want to forget men, who usually age ‘better’. I mean they look more handsome when they are 50 than when they are still in their 30s. Men are as vain as women, and going with the times, have discovered cosmetics and plastic surgery as well. Such a shame, in my opinion. Give me sagging skin and wrinkles any time over faces that can’t feel any muscles anymore and look like masks.
Now I don’t get upset easily, but one thing I hate is the way we (society) treats the ‘elderly’. Do you remember the ’60s? The music, hippies, changing of the old establishments, new ideas. What a creative bunch of people, that are all now in their ’80s. Do you honestly want to treat those people like they are children again? That they cannot think for themselves and need to be entertained with stupid, silly games to keep them in shape? Shame!
As I grow older, I realize I can’t do 5 things at the same time, like I used to. Never giving it any thought before, I was always rushing to do as many things at once, never knowing why. Except maybe that I felt chaotic and wanted to cram as many experiences in a short amount of time. There were too many choices, too much to do. I felt restless and was never satisfied with life. A good friend (in his late ’70s) once answered my question if he would want to be 20 again with: ‘No way, I hate to even think of having to do it all over again.’ I laughed and I agreed.
Living your life to the fullest, you don’t need to do any part of it all over again. I’m very happy to live my life day by day. Choosing and concentrating on one thing at a time. Knowing I don’t care about any of the meaningless ‘stuff’ I worried about when I was young. Relaxed and confident I can plan the near future and enjoy every second of each and every day, my way.