Getting old sucks
Getting older sucks, and the only reason we put up with it is that there’s not a better choice. And yes we can make life choices that enhance our general health and well being so that as we age we stay active and blah blah blah. But the years still accumulate, experiences leave their mark, and we can no longer deny that there’s no getting out of this alive.
But it’s not all terrible. Along with the rest of us, our brains get older too, becoming more distractible, less inhibited, and with a broader focus. These happen to be the same characteristics found in the brains of highly creative people, and correlate with a “diminished need to please and impress others.” Even better, aging brains have an advantage over young creative brains, in the form of decades of experience to draw upon that makes us better at certain types of solving problems.
Which means that in the slow slide into old age, we are given a joyous gift. The gift of losing that inhibiting self-consciousness and embracing a life of not giving a f*ck about what anyone thinks you should be doing with your time, your voice, your body, your life.
We are given another gift - the awareness of our own mortality. The process of aging is relentless, even when it is well managed. Aging joints, muscles, skin remind us every day that our time on the planet is finite. We face an implacable but uncertain deadline that fuels a new found sense of urgency, makes fear seem pointless.
I intend to celebrate and to take advantage of this new freedom and focus in coming days, months, years. What’s the worst that can happen? I get a degenerative brain disease for which there is no cure? Been there, done that, easy peasy.
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What is old
More and more the voice in my head says
I feel old.
It’s become an all purpose phrase
Which is a little alarming to be sure
But then it’s also more than a little bit true
Which is even more alarming.
There’s the old I feel when the alarm goes off
Again
In the dark of the morning
Again
I get up
Again.
So is it fatigue that I feel?
Or is it the memory
Of all the dark mornings lined up behind me
The weight of memories that makes sitting up hard
Another day added to that long string of days
Stretching into dim memories
Would I feel old if I could not remember feeling young?
There’s the old I feel when my glasses are dirty
And the print is tiny
And why in the hell is it so dark in here?
There’s the old that I feel when I drive my kids crazy
Just by being me
Just being me also drives me crazy
There’s the old that I feel
At the amount of effort I invest
In suppressing the old person noises
That I need to make
so I can get up off of this couch.
There’s the old that I feel when I realize
That the young people that I work with
Are younger than my kids
And I remember when I was the young one
So impressed with how cool the old people at work could be.
There’s the old that I feel
When I just don’t care anymore
About anyone else’s opinion
When I just don’t have the energy
to coddle the privileged
and the spoiled
There’s the old that I feel when the beauty and wonder of everything
Happens all at once
Right in front of me
And I remember how much time I wasted
On such a narrow definition
Of beauty
And failed to see the wonders that I created
Every day
There’s the old that I feel
Because I am old and young together
The days collapsing in on themselves,
The past wants to fill my being
Lightly shuttered beneath my skin
So many threads of self
Some of my memories surprise even me
Who knew that someone so old
Could have done such things?
There’s the old that I feel
When I number the years
The years I have lived it seems
overshadow
the years I have yet to see
The more we live life,
The more life speeds up
Until we are careening through the fog towards the cliff
There’s the old that I feel when I realize
That I have to keep sprinting towards that cliff
That time - though ever present - is not constant
And it’s not really my friend
But it is my greatest teacher
There’s the old that I feel when
I close my eyes the world is gone
When I open them again,
The world is created anew.
And I close my eyes again
And the world is gone.