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NGC ~ I hate getting old... really: I hate it.
Yukonica:
Philosophically I don't hate anything. Hate is wrong. It has no redeeming value that I am aware of.
But tonight an epiphany struck. Emotionally, I managed it poorly. I let the realization that I can't do what I once did get under my skin. I hate that knowledge.
As we age, we each cross barriers that separate us from what was to what is. Mostly, those waypoints roll slowly past un-noticed.
Tonight a waypoint poked me in the eye with a sharp stick.
I hate being poked in the eye.
Crusty:
The one thing about getting old is that it beats the alternative.
Kiwi_Roy:
But according to your profile you are only 58, that's not old ???
I took up running about then.
drbone641:
Yep. 57 here and smiling as I read your "aging" post. 300+ miles in the saddle today, now at 4:30 sitting awake, ears ringing, neck hurting and I'm pretty sure that I will feel
stiffer tomorrow. I am aging better some days than others. I have figured out that my body takes longer to heal. I'm not quite so quick to play Superman anymore as I am
a hair (or two) (well, maybe 3 or 4) slower than I used to be. I have also decided that it's ok. ;-T I have a grandson who I am crazy about, a wife who I am now mature enough
to love the way a great wife is supposed to be love and finally, the funds to enjoy my days. Accept the change, because to not, is really frustratingly sad, for you and
those around you. Oh, and fight against it as hard as possible so that you may wring every bit of yaya out of that old body and enjoy this awesome life.
pebra:
--- Quote from: Yukonica on March 08, 2015, 12:48:55 AM ---Philosophically I don't hate anything. Hate is wrong. It has no redeeming value that I am aware of.
But tonight an epiphany struck. Emotionally, I managed it poorly. I let the realization that I can't do what I once did get under my skin. I hate that knowledge.
As we age, we each cross barriers that separate us from what was to what is. Mostly, those waypoints roll slowly past un-noticed.
Tonight a waypoint poked me in the eye with a sharp stick.
I hate being poked in the eye.
--- End quote ---
Can't tie your shoelaces with straight legs any longer?
Don't leave it to OUR imagination, kid.
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