Quite often, my wife and I laugh about the joys (sic) of getting older. We chuckle about what is golden about the golden years.
Funny thing, if you don’t die you get another day older, and this is a simple truth over which we have no control.
I saw a lady interviewed on the occasion of het 100th birthday. When asked her secret of reaching 100, she replied, tongue in cheek, “I just haven’t died!!”
There are many that I know that are having the same thoughts as Dee and I as we get older.
This morning, I received a reading that I’m sharing.
It is a wonderful expression of the process, and what we do not keep at the forefront as we age. May I relish the thought that today I’m a day older, and have a different beauty than when I was enjoy. Enjoy the read!!
We tend to associate youth with beauty, but the truth is that beauty transcends every age. Just as a deciduous tree is stunning in all its stages-from its full leafy green in the summer to its naked skeleton during winter and everything in between-human beings are beautiful throughout their life spans.
The early years of our lives tend to be about learning and experiencing as much as we possibly can. We move through the world like sponges, absorbing the ideas of other people and the world. Like a tree in spring, we are waking up to the world. In this youthful phase of life, our physical strength, youth, and beauty help open doors and attract attention. Gradually, we begin to use the information we have gathered to form ideas and opinions of our own. As we cultivate our philosophy about life, our beauty becomes as much about what we are saying, doing, and creating as it is about our appearance. Like a tree in summer, we become full, expressive, beautiful, and productive.
When the time comes for us to let go of the creations of our middle lives, we are like a tree in autumn dropping leaves, as we release our past attachments and preparing for a new phase of growth. The children move on, and careers shift or end. The lines on our faces, the stretch marks, and the grey hairs are beautiful testaments to the fullness of our experience. In the winter of our lives, we become stripped down to our essence like a tree. We may become more radiant than ever at this stage, because our inner light shines brighter through our eyes as time passes. Beauty at this age comes from the very core of our being-our essence. This essence is a reminder that there is nothing to fear in growing older and that there is a kind of beauty that comes only after one has spent many years on earth.