I turned 65 today, but I don't feel it. I don't even know what 65 should feel like. My mom never made it to 65 - she died at 62, and though my dad lasted till 69, by that time he had survived several strokes and his health was much diminished so I cannot use him as a standard of expectations. I have worked hard to avoid the mistakes he made, chiefly paying attention to high blood pressure, and have remained very active so I am in very much better shape than he was in his 60's. I have also been exposed to many older folks who have endeavored to think and act young. It has encouraged me to stay positive and engaged with life.
I am not naive. I know that I am not 30 any more. If I forget my body will remind me. When I was 30 I hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon and back up in one day. That memory amazes me - no way would I even think of attempting that. And sitting cross-legged on the floor for any length of time will have my back in pain for hours. But I also walk a mile or two every day to keep active and remain an avid learner, to keep both my body and mind in good condition.
When I was in my late 30s I had a coworker who at 23 was bemoaning being "past his prime". Part of the problem was that he was a chain smoker - every 30 minutes he would disappear and come back with smoke wafting out of his pores. And he also had a negative attitude that did not help. On the other hand during a nursing home ministry I met a 103 year old lady named Ellen, who when asked how she was doing, would state from her wheelchair, "well I don't get around as well as I used to, but otherwise I'm doing just fine".
You see, it can come down to attitude. I tell my wife, there are young and there are younger. I (we) are young, but there are many younger. The times I most realize that I am older is when I consider my nieces and nephews, great nieces and nephews, and some great-great nieces and nephews. My youngest nephew just turned 39, and a month ago my oldest nephew turned 52. I remember clearly when they wer just little kids. It's like when I turned 50, my four sisters, all older, exclaimed "little brother is 50, how did that happen?". They said much the same thing when I turned 65.
Age happens, no matter what you do, and it is not always pleasant. But I have found that when I think young and don't let mere age limit me, it goes much better. Think young!:)
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