Growing old

I talked to someone the other day who I would consider elderly. He talked about his strength. The deterioration of his muscle mass was obvious. He attempted to distance himself from the weak and sick in his age group.

As I age, I am losing my strength. There is medical proof that we start to slide slowly before 60 years old and then picks up steam afterwards. I am becoming weaker in my body, and yet my understanding has never been greater. I enjoy my life.

I believe that the work of getting older is acceptance. At the end of my life I am going to have to accept that what I've done, as there are no "do-overs". I realize I am not a young man. I realize that there are limits that can't be overcome. I am learning to understand and accept my limitations. I don't miss my younger years. I'm glad to be my age.

One of the great things about old age is that it doesn't last forever.