It is inevitable, this aging process. Just when we have a handle on what we want and where we are going, not to mention how we are doing things, it seems as though the rug starts to get pulled out from under us. Eye sight wanes in dim light. Racing the dog isn’t exactly fair anymore as you lose half a step on the dog. And when did the chairs start to sink down once you get settled in?
I knew I would get old, well it was either that or die young. The problem with dying young is that you leave so many things left undone. Sure I know getting old isn’t a picnic. I can see it because Beloved is going down the path of aging more quickly than I am. Or rather I should say he has a bit of a head-start on this path compared to myself!
What I wouldn’t give for a bit of that strength, that flexibility and quickness with my maturity. But of course that can’t be, there has to be a compromise. In order to gain maturity and dare I say a bit of wisdom we must part with the recklessness of youth. Perhaps it is that parting with our younger, more flexible, stronger selves that gives us wisdom.
I mean me at twenty would never have bothered to find creative ways to get things off the floor and I doubt Beloved would have been any different either. But now, now he has the wisdom to use the four-footed one to pick things up (if only she’d bring them back when she was supposed to). Of course he has also found the wisdom in really stretching out your toes to use them. He claims it’s all part of using more of his brain power to find new ways to do things.
I wonder what I will acquire as I get older, what wisdom would come my way or will I still be too immature to be granted any of that type of wisdom?