Hello.
A story that repeats itself in different variations in our hectic everyday life.
While we are young, healthy and able-bodied, we don't have time to think about these things.
Time passes and we reach the adulthood of 50. We have families, our own lives, our own responsibilities.
We often don't understand our aging parents.
The reason they call and repeat certain things repeatedly annoys us.
We don't think about the fact that they don't want to break the thread that connects them to the people they love most. Our elderly parents want us to remember their voice so they can be heard and understood.
As you get older without even realizing it you become invisible.
Age is the only individual trait. Very rarely do we say he is an engineer or she is an accountant, a doctor, a teacher. Most often we say she is 70, he is 80 age is the only achievement.
One forgets what he was after a certain age. Few are those who can say what the man was, what he did.
Friends or colleagues are either sick or not alive. Social contacts stop after retirement.
Children do not live with them they are only heard from by phone. They can only visit if they have called in advance because the young ones are busy now...
The block they live in is inexorably filling up with new neighbours. The new neighbours only know about the elderly the number of the flat they live in and their age. Two numbers and nothing more.
This type of people are boring and annoying and therefore should not be paid attention to.
The bad thing is that what weighs more than the years are the things the elderly share in the brief moments of revelation .
Or when we choose to notice them rather than ignore them.
Independence is lost - if they are healthy as the years go by there comes a time,when some other person makes important decisions that affect the lives of the elderly.
If we notice these people, if we pay attention to them, it turns out that there is something to learn from them.For example, how to live through these "golden years" without fear, but with dignity.
If old age is not to become a ridiculous parody of our lives, there is only one remedy - the pursuit of goals that give meaning to our existence. - Simone de Beauvoir
