The joy of being old ....( from KT)

As I've aged, I've become kinder to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend..                                              I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; beforethey understood the great freedom that comes with aging. Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until4 AM or sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderfultunes of the 60 &70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over alost love . I will.

I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulgingbody, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despitethe pitying glances from the jet set.

They, too, will get old.

I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is justas well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things.

Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart notbreak when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even whensomebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are whatgive us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.

　

I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray,and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face.

So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their haircould turn silver.

As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore.. I've even earned the right to be wrong.

So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. Ilike the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but whileI am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be.

MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S STRAIGHT FROMTHE HEART!