Harvey Tobkes

The other day a young person asked me how I felt about being old. I was taken aback, for I do not think of myself as old and from my reaction, he was immediately embarrassed, but I explained that it was indeed an interesting question, and I would ponder it, and let him know. Old age, I decided, is a gift. I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be, or least close to it..

Couple dancingI would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family. So, to answer the question, I absolutely do like being old(er). 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. For the first time in my life, I don’t have to have a reason to do the things I want to do. If I want to play games on the computer all day, visit with my e-mail friends, lay on the couch and watch old movies for hours or don’t want to go to the beach or a movie, (or maybe DO want to) I have earned that right. I have put in my time doing everything for others, so now I can be a bit selfish without feeling guilty.

I am grateful to have been born when I was, into a kinder, gentler world. Yes, I like being old(er)! It is a comfy, cozy place and I like it!

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