The Beauty Of Life

I  would never trade my amazing friends, my  wonderful   life, my loving  family for less gray hair or a flatter belly.  As   I've aged, I've become  kinder to myself, and less critical of    myself. I've become my own  friend. I don't chide myself for eating    that extra cookie, or for not  making my bed, or for buying that silly   cement gecko that I didn't need, but   looks so avante garde on my   patio.  I am entitled to a treat, to be   messy, to be   extravagant.


I  have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon;  before they   understood the great freedom that comes with  aging.  

Whose  business is it if I choose to read or play on the  computer until 4 AM and  sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to  those wonderful tunes of the 60  &70's, and if I, at the same time,  wish  to weep over a lost love  ..... I will.


I  will walk the beach in a swim suit that  is stretched over a bulging body, and   will dive into the waves  with  abandon if I choose to, despite the   pitying glances from the  jet set.  They, too, will get   old.  


I  know I am sometimes forgetful.   But there again, some of life is just as  well forgotten. And I   eventually remember the important  things.  

Sure,  over the years my heart has been broken.  How can   your heart not   break when you lose a loved one, or when a child   suffers, or even when  somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car?    But broken  hearts are  what give us strength and understanding and   compassion.   A heart  never broken is pristine and sterile and   will  never know the joy of  being imperfect.


I  am so blessed to have lived long enough  to have my hair turning gray, and to   have my youthful laughs be forever  etched into deep grooves on my   face.

So  many  have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn   silver.



As  you get older, it is easier to be positive.  You care  less about    what other people think..  I don't question myself  anymore.    I've even earned the right to be wrong.  

So,  to   answer your question, I like being old.  It has set me free.   I   like the person I have become.  I am not going to live forever,  but while  I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what  could   have been,  or worrying about what will be.  And I shall  eat dessert every single day  (if I feel like it).
georshar georshar
36-40, F
Aug 10, 2010