Have you ever thought about what age you might live to be? Is there a natural assumption or idea within yourself that you’ll see seventy, eighty, or beyond?
What I think about growing older is all of the living you’ll be able to look back on. Hopefully the majority will be good memories and experiences sprinkled only slightly with bits of sadness or regret. Also the hindsight that accompanies age of what you’d tell your younger self to do or not do given that chance.
Age does somewhat define you and often limits you. When you are a child, there are things you can’t do till you reach a certain age. From seeing R-rated movies, being able to vote, drive, or drink alcohol. Then as you become older that age range limits you once again. You cannot join certain branches of the military after a particular age, some jobs have age-specific retirement, although you do start getting a senior citizen discount at some point-so there’s that. You could go see those R-rated movies you may have missed out on when you were a kid-but at a much cheaper price this time around.
Another area I find interesting about aging is when people have the chance to have a ‘second act’. A ‘second act’ is the idea of sort of reinventing yourself at an older age. Whether that’s through a new job or career, a hobby, or even a new relationship. It’s something that gives you and your life new meaning or purpose.
Think about it.
I don’t know how old you are or where you are in life-but what would you do if you had the chance of a ‘second act’? The whole idea of the ‘road not taken.’ Where would your road lead?
I just received Live a Little in the mail today, so I will give you the synopsis from Amazon:
• At the age of ninety-something, Beryl Dusinbery is forgetting everything – including her own children. She spends her days stitching morbid samplers and tormenting her two long-suffering carers, Nastya and Euphoria, with tangled stories of her husbands and love affairs.
Shimi Carmelli can do up his own buttons, walks without the aid of a frame and speaks without spitting. Among the widows of North London, he’s whispered about as the last of the eligible bachelors. Unlike Beryl, he forgets nothing – especially not the shame of a childhood incident that has hung over him ever since.
There’s very little life remaining for either of them, but perhaps just enough to heal some of the hurt inflicted along the way, and find new meaning in what’s left. Told with Jacobson’s trademark wit and style, Live a Little is equal parts funny, irreverent and tender – a novel to make you consider all the paths not taken, and whether you could still change course •
Growing old can make you cynical. You’ve had the chance to live through a lot of change, a lot of bs, and been afflicted with the meeting of a lot of annoying people. But hopefully it’s also made you patient, wise, and kind. And if it hasn’t, well just be crotchety. But be crotchety with a sense of humor. Being able to laugh at yourself and at life will take you farther than you can possibly know.
“My face carries all of my memories. Why would I erase them?”
-Diane Von Furstenberg
“Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.”