I’ve always believed that fooling other people is one thing, but fooling yourself is totally unforgivable!
All of my life I seem to have been either too old, or too young, for just about everything. I can never once remember anyone ever saying, you are JUST the right age! Until I reached pensionable age when I FELT, I’m at exactly the right time of life.
However, life, in some ways, can be rather cruel.
Inside my mentality, I still feel perhaps in my early twenties, and as if I could do anything, I just don’t have the strength to do so anymore. In truth, my body has aged around me. Although I see myself in the mirror most mornings when I shave. There have never been any dramatic or sudden changes to my appearance, which I have noticed, or have frightened me. Ageing has been a very gentle, gradual and slow process, which is hardly noticeable until one day you take stock as I have just done.
For so long, my hair was dark and thick, long and healthy, and to highlight my artistic nature I grew a ponytail. Then, it first gradually changed colour from dark to grey, and later from grey to white. It lost its volume of youth and began to get thinner. So thin, in fact, that eventually shaving my head became my favourite lack of hairstyle.
I have never been in vain or a narcissistic person.
To me, how I feel has always been more important than how I look. For this reason, I think I have always been looking out at the world, rather than taking stock, and a good hard look at myself.
I have accepted becoming a senior citizen gracefully, and am now in the second year as pensioner, and loving it.
Then, the other night I was watching one of those TV food competitions with my wife which she enjoys so much. Most of the competitors are far younger than us, and usually in their late twenties and early thirties.
But I was very happy to see that you’re never too old, and one older presumably an experienced senior citizen was a contestant. It was great to watch him, and we both secretly hoped he would win.
Then, I learned his age, it shock me!
He looked, in my opinion, much older than me.
In truth, he was ten years younger!
Shock horror, so how do I appear to others? At first, this really bothered me, but why should it? I have never been encumbered by the opinions of other before, why start now.
I won’t trouble my self with HOW I look a moment longer, as I don’t have to look at myself. It’s how I feel and the person I am that matters the most, to me anyway.
What was all of the fuss about?
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Funny featured image! Youre right about aging and getting older. My granddad died 96 yo. In my view he was young at heart. Maybe 40 with the wisdom of an old 🐢. He was youthful although people would call him old. When he opened his mouth he was 40. Open minded, kind, wise and funny.