Age is a funny thing. Or rather this idea of aging, that has been sold to us. I’ve certainly enjoyed getting wiser as time goes by. Bringing more awareness into my life. I have also got to the point, where I don’t really give a shit what anyone thinks of me. I am who am and that’s, that. You can like me or not, I’m really not that bothered.
It wasn’t always like that, I used to spend way too much time, trying to please others. Wishing that everyone would like me. I sure am happy those times are behind me. But as I entered my forties, l was way more comfortable with who I was. And that is the most important thing.
You got to love yourself first.
So if I were to live till a 100 and why wouldn’t I, I certainly wouldn’t want to have the mind of my 30 year old self. Although I was way more confident in my thirties, than I was in my twenties. I have to say the forties are pretty rocking, when it comes to finally being able to embrace oneself. At least for me anyways.
I have also got much better at playing. Just yesterday I was a a friends birthday party and I was jamming with some friends, doing some improv and it just felt so good. To just be myself in that moment, doing what I love, free flowing, being free.
I sure do, look forward to many more years of that. Where you are focused on creating and not on what you sound like. I have jammed with people who take it too seriously, and miss the opportunity to get lost in the flow and that’s where the magic lies. (Where it lies for me anyhow).
So I would choose to have the body of my 30 year old self, over my 30 year mind. As we age, our worldview widens, we become exposed to more things, more ideas. I don’t want to miss out on that. I look forward to getting even a little sassy as I get older. Perhaps that’s what the fifties are all about.
I already don’t live a life that most forty somethings do. I certainly don’t believe, that we should act in any particular way just because we are a certain age. If we want to stay active into our nineties and upwards, then we remain active. Keep walking, keep dancing, keep living.
It saddens me that in Western Society people seem to lose respect for their elders. Even labelling them as a burden. If you to trust the media, then growing old is all about losing your mobility and your dignity, but that’s up to you. It doesn’t help that so many are obsessed with staying young, with maintains a youthful appearance, but seems like hard work to me.
If you really want to heal in this lifetime, then you got to love who you are. You have to embrace those lines and grey hairs, each of them a testament, to some of the most enlightening times of your life.
Damn I don’t get that with the 30 year old body. Plus, the fittest I have been, has been in my late thirties and early forties. Damn this has been a difficult one 