I wonder if anyone really truly believes this. Â So easy to buy into the lie thatÂ life is like a racetrack, a seemingly endless series of laps, a delusion
fueled by a culture that worships youth and marginalizes its elders.
I remember rolling my eyes when my mother and her friends launched into a Â litany of aches, pains and Â funeral reviews. I vowed I would never allow my world to shrink so small, become so focused on myself. Â I would be involved with life – would have far more important things to think about.
But to my chagrin, I find myself actively participating in these conversations with my friends nowadays. It is, after all, what is happening to us. Â One more thing to add to my list of things I vowed I would never do.
What I hadn’t counted on about growing old is that nothing Â stays the
same for very long. Â Some days are full of hope and good fortune. Â I am brimming over with gratitude for my friends, my family, my reasonably good health. Â Other days it takes all the strength I can summon to put one foot in front of the other, to stay the course.
If we haven’t learned life lessons along the way, if we don’t have friends and loved ones around us, if we don’t have creative outlets that give us joy, God help us. Â Because the older we get, the larger the challenges, the bigger the losses, the less we control.
Living a successful old age is hard work, in my opinion. Â I need all the resources I can muster. Â But no matter what my situation, Â I am in charge of the path I take. Â I always have choices.
And in the final analysis, it’s Â not that the road ends, it’s where it ends that matters.