We must know when our time is up
Oh age. She slows you down. Things break. The bounce is not quite as bouncy.
The progress of age is in a million steps. I watch myself slip to the back of the line in the squad I swim with. I chat with my body about its protests over things that used to be easy. It can be hard to reconcile. I notice that I can slip by without the invasive gaze of men that was a constant in my youth. This is freedom with a tinge of sadness.
I am lucky to come from a family that lives long with mental acuity remaining sharp. Without that I believe I might not seek to remain.
Yet age is also no more F$#^#’s to give. What you think of me is none of my business, and besides I have too much living to do to even concern myself. This is the most delicious liberation. I look back at my younger self with wonder. How did I waste so much time worrying about what others thought?
Age asks that the slowness transmute into wisdom. To become more considered. To support in different ways.
No one escapes the necessary confrontation of aging.
We must know when our time is up. Time to step aside and pass the baton. Wisdom and dignity are to know.
This is a harsh lesson that comes to all. I honour those who heed the lesson and take the wiser step.
Photo Taken July 21st 2024
