Someone sent me this email. I don't know who wrote it but I like what I read and I would like to post it ....so here goes...
I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly (opss not in that condition for quite sometime now). 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 (and lotsa ice-cream), , or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need (ermm buying that stupid boots and USB speakers and the list goes on), but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.
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 (80's please...duran duran, nick kershaw, bonnie tyler, pat benater, cyndi lauper), 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?(or jumped out of the window...waaaa) 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 have been blessed to have live long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face (make it go away Mr. Clarins, huhu). So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair 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 fee like it)..
What do you think about the above statement?
