Aging simply can not be helped. It’s a fact of life. We can moan and gripe and whine. We can also have our own little emotional breakdowns and go full-on midlife crisis mode. We can live in denial and lie about our age or dress like a twenty-year-old. We can have our creams and facelifts and Juvederm injections to diminish those wrinkles. But we can’t turn back the clock. The reality is, we add 1 to our age with every year that passes, and that, my friends, is irreversible.
The only way to deal with aging that ends happily is to grow up and accept it. Fifty is not a problem to be solved, but a stage that all must go through whether they like it or not. It is a common failing of people of our time to think that we are invincible and immortal, that any reality that tells us otherwise always has a “solution”. The sooner we embrace aging and the mortality that it implies, the sooner we can set our priorities straight.
Figuring out what is most important and most meaningful in our lives helps us revise and edit the way we live it, so we can squeeze as much life out of life, as much happiness, as much meaning. It may help us reassess whether to continue avoiding carbs and other good stuff, or just going ahead and order chowder served in a bread bowl in that resto in Portland, Maine. Doing so also minimizes regrets, minimizes anger and unforgiveness, and minimizes boredom.
So here’s to the fiftysomethings! May we grow old gracefully, may our inner beauty increase as our outer beauty fades, may life be good, for all the time we have left.Read More