
Aging is my topic for the week and to tell you the truth, the whole thing is getting me depressed. An old adage says, “They shoot old horses, don’t they?” As I searched for an image for this post, all I could find were pictures of sickly old horses and that depressed me even more. Instead, I opted for the antique rocking horse. That doesn’t mean I consider myself an antique, but by all rights, all things over the age 50 are deemed as such.
In ancient times, people lived well into their 300’s. God’s reason was for man to be fruitful, multiply and fill the earth. I am eternally grateful that the world has filled up and there is no need to be fruitful and multiply anymore. I can’t imagine myself changing diapers at age 245 or sending my kids off to college at 263. The average life expectancy for women in America is 81. That means I’ve got about 4 months left, but who’s counting? So where am I going with all this? I think we need a lot of years to get our act together. For some of us, it takes longer to figure that out than others.
Old age comes with its plusses and minuses. As for the benefits – you can get a senior discount at most places you shop or eat. People offer you a seat if you look tired or weakly enough. They may even let you go ahead of them in line. You may get faster service at the clinic than you do from a store clerk. The world has had the pleasure of your company for a long time, so you are now labeled as “wise” rather than impetuous.
On the negative side – you leave the room on a quest and forget what it was by the time you get there. You’re tagged as “hot,” but it’s not because of the way you look. You finally get your act together and realize your body is falling apart. You can still laugh at your circumstances, but your smile is full of empty spaces. When you get down on your knees to pick something up, you better think of more than one thing to do while you’re down there. Take advantage of the little things in life, because now you aren’t sure which pill is for what. Your life consists of MRIs, Cat Scans, Biopsies, and constant trips to the bathroom, not to mention a datebook that’s filled with doctor appointments.
We all know we’re getting older. That leads us to only one truth – we’re going to die. So, we need to spend each second of life, trusting that God is going to use us for His purpose. We can also be confident that life doesn’t end for those who believe in God. He has a whole new blueprint etched out for us on the other side of eternity. While we wait for that second chance, remember that old age is inevitable if we live long enough. Is that “wise” or what? Eleanor Roosevelt out it this way.
“Beautiful young people are accidents of nature, but beautiful old people are works of art.”
think of yourself as a recycling project, as in, when you pass on, you pass up with foundations others can build upon, cheers
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Thanks, I love your way of thinking.
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Imagine graduating from School, or having the chance to resit the test, knowing how to study, sure that you will pass, amen
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😎Great when you get on to these lines – I’m glad I don’t only make art – but I am a piece myself!!😅
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A piece of art or a piece of work? LOL
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An old adage says, “They shoot old horses, don’t they?” Oh No‼️
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“You’re tagged as “hot,” but it’s not because of the way you look.”Ok Kathy! Love this topic and I really enjoyed the message, but I am going a need you to help me understand this quote🤷🏽♀️
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I think it has to do with putting them out of their misery.
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I love about getting down on the floor….I am doing that all the time.
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So do I. You have to laugh, right?
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So true! I am right there with you! I do believe I finally understand what they mean when they call these the golden years… The doctors get all our gold!
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Lol that’s the truth❤️
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When I turned 60, I received my Golden Buckeye card in the mail. I haven’t really put it to use. Quite frankly the forgotten card looks in worse shape (in my wallet) than how I look and feel. I recently turned 67 without too much fanfare. I guess that everyone is waiting to give me rocking chair in a few years when my horsepower runs out.
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Just keep your sense of humor.
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Will do! I think it helps to keep my cup half full.
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