Those young whippersnappers.
Getting old seems to be a long and slow procedure. The longer it goes the older you get.
I didn’t really think I was getting old until a couple weeks ago I was visiting with some friends from high school. You know those old high school buddies that you had fun with if you were young enough to have fun? And oh boy, what fun we had.
You need to get old to really understand the difference because when you’re young you do not have enough time to think. That’s the problem with young people now. So many things to do and so much technology they do not have any time left over to think.
There is a huge difference between being young and being old.
When you’re young, you enjoy having lots of fun with New York City Animal Control.
When you’re older, you enjoy remembering all the fun you had when you were young.
The best thing about being old and remembering those great old days is that you can exaggerate about how great they really were. Even when you’re exaggerating with friends that shared the same fun, they go along with you.
Whether it is the absence of memory or just wanting to enjoy fun to its fullest extent, I do not really know.
As my friends and I had been talking about the great old days, I happened to notice wrinkles on their faces. I did not say anything at the moment, but they sure looked old to me. Also, I did not quite remember how gray their hair was when we were young.
When I was young and having all this fun, I never gave a thought about how young I was or that I was getting old. My whole focus was on the fun element of life and that I thought that would take me through the rest of my life.
I remember my 20th birthday very well. I was observing getting out of these teenage years and becoming an adult. For some reason I thought you became an adult at 20. Little did I know that it takes several years to develop into an adult and some do not really make it.
Celebrating the good old days is quite impressive. Since in it all, I noticed my friends were getting older. One of my friends repeated a story three times and to not embarrass him, I laughed all 3 times.
After the assembly and driving home, I began to think about myself. Am I as old as they seem?
I was afraid to check in the mirror when I got home because I didn’t know who would be staring back at me. Whoever invented mirrors ought to be taken and then sent to the moon. A mirror never tells you the proper story and never tells you how old you are. It just makes a funny face at you.
My friends may be getting old, but I have put my foot down and I have refused to get old.
One friend was using a cane and I did not have the heart to ask him why he had been using a cane. He hobbled around and I am not sure if he hurt himself if he was just getting too old to walk on his own.
I have to admit there are some days that I feel older, whatever that means. Some days I am a little slower than I had been the day before. Overall, I’m not as old as some of my friends look.
There is an old expression that says you’re just as old as you feel, and I’m not certain what old feels like. I would like to ask my wife, but you know the trouble I’d be in then!
I did enjoy my visit with those friends, but it did start me thinking about things I have never thought about before. I will keep this in mind when I hit that magical mark called 70.
When I got home, I shared some of my thoughts with the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage who only listen very patiently. I went on and on about how old my friends looked.
When I settled back into my chair and sipped some coffee, she looked at me and said something which rather startled me.
That was a thought stopper for sure. What if I seemed old to them?
Is it really that bad to get old? I thought about that for a moment and then realized if you stop getting older, you are dead.
“I have been young,” David said quite thoughtfully,”and now am old; yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging bread” (Psalm 37:25).
The one I like is,”They shall still bring forth fruit in old age; they will be fat and flourishing” (Psalm 92:14). This one fits me to a T.
Not only are my friends getting old, but I’m getting old and my goal is to get as old as possible.