Thursday, February 14, 2008

Aging

I hear my dead father speaking out of my mouth. I see his hands, minus a scar ot two, typing on my keyboard. His thoughts echo in my head.

Can we avoid becoming our parents? Should we want to? Aging is such a tiring affair. If it could be avoided, it probably should be. The alternative, however, seems so self-limiting.

4 comments:

the.effing.librarian said...

what? you post once a year??? you lazy fat bastard! hi.

Minks said...

Aging is Gods great goof on humanity. Seriously, who thought up an 80ish year lifespan? I would be good to go to at least 200 before I started getting bored with anything. In a million years when man has merged machine they will look back and wonder how awful for us.

Gabriele said...

enjoy the years you have.
aging is just growing. I am 62 and I live in the present. Meditating to connect with the Infinite.
The Infinite is in us all. We are all one in it's love. Each day brings choices. I choose to do good and peaceful things in each.
May you be blessed.

Anonymous said...

I find certain aspects of aging to be tiring. Particular health changes have been tiring hassles, for example. These days, I need to take medication regularly, unfortunately. Living in a youth-oriented culture that does not seem to respect the value of aging is not much fun either. I’m not sure whether the baby boomers are doing a better job of embracing the positive, developmental aspects of aging or honing techniques to avoid it more and more skillfully.

Still, it’s hard for me to think of a time in my past to which I would like to return. Maybe there are particular occasions that would be fun to re-live. Also, the physical strength and the untapped potential of my earlier years are intoxicating memories at times. In general, though, I do not wish to go back even when I feel frustrated with my circumstances. The uncertainty and insecurity were unsettling. I may not have arrived, but I’ve progressed, and I’m grateful.

I’d rather not turn into my parents even though I recognize their strengths. Their tragic flaws break my heart. I’m pretty sure I have enough self-awareness to avoid their mistakes. The requisite discipline is another story!