It’s easy to get older when you’re little: everything is a new improvement. It’s not so easy as you get older, and start going the other way. Some things are harder to part with than others. I used to be a runner; loved to run. Now that’s not possible. In fact, if I met a hungry grizzly bear in the woods, I’d just have to say “Hello - my name is lunch.”
I call it the “old jalopy syndrome”: the engine still runs pretty well, but the chassis is starting falling apart, held together with duct tape and bailing wire. However, there is one plus: once the vehicle qualifies for Antique Auto status, in my state at least, you no longer have to pass inspection to put it on the road.
And there is another good thing to getting older: once you stop always rushing to “get things done”, you see a whole new world around you. It was always there, of course. But in the pressure of a busy life, you missed seeing much around you: not just surroundings, but people as well. It’s actually a pretty good compensation.
It’s easy to get older when you’re little: everything is a new improvement. It’s not so easy as you get older, and start going the other way. Some things are harder to part with than others. I used to be a runner; loved to run. Now that’s not possible. In fact, if I met a hungry grizzly bear in the woods, I’d just have to say “Hello - my name is lunch.”
I call it the “old jalopy syndrome”: the engine still runs pretty well, but the chassis is starting falling apart, held together with duct tape and bailing wire. However, there is one plus: once the vehicle qualifies for Antique Auto status, in my state at least, you no longer have to pass inspection to put it on the road.
And there is another good thing to getting older: once you stop always rushing to “get things done”, you see a whole new world around you. It was always there, of course. But in the pressure of a busy life, you missed seeing much around you: not just surroundings, but people as well. It’s actually a pretty good compensation.
I agree Ingrid. Now we grow spiritually as we fall apart physically. God’s cruelest irony. Thanks for reading and commenting. I appreciate you.