As I age, I continue to be more fascinated by how others are doing it. I’m turning 56 on Tuesday, so I am not old, but I am definitely changing – quickly.
I am completely inspired by the many people in my life who are aging with a hero’s heart, including my mother. She laughs easily and she laughs hard. She is intellectually insatiable. She spends most of her days trying to figure out what nice things she can do for others. She loves a good Scotch Old-Fashioned. She finds beauty everywhere. She’s passionate about the causes she cares about, including women’s rights. She has a simple and lovely sign in her room that she bought during a year-long stay in a skilled nursing facility as she made a recovery from two surgeries. It reads, “Each Day is a Gift.” She is one of my heroes.
The New York Times did a terrific feature on old folks – in their 80s and 90s – who hit their stride late in life, or who hit their stride earlier and are still at it. Give it a look. Old Masters at the Top of Their Game.
I was particularly blown away by the following quote from the article:
“You may grow old and trembling in your anatomies, you may lie awake at night listening to the disorder of your veins, you may miss your only love, you may see the world about you devastated by evil lunatics, or know your honour trampled in the sewers of baser minds. There is only one thing for it then — to learn. Learn why the world wags and what wags it. That is the only thing which the mind can never exhaust, never alienate, never be tortured by, never fear or distrust, and never dream of regretting.” Merlyn to the Young Prince Arthur in T.H. White’s “The Once and Future King”
Who are your heroes of aging?
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