I had these great plans for my twenty-third birthday but they were ruined two days before it by systolic heart failure at 71. Well, that's what it feels like.
Every time there is a need to give my age, I am a bit stunned. Thoughts don't age. The mind is Peter Pan. Which is why any recognition of my actual age is occasionally disconcerting. Take bathing. I go into the bathroom for a shower and happen to glance in the mirror. I want to yell at the image, “What the hell are you doing in my house!” Awareness dawns. I slowly recognize the face. “Really,” I think, looking at my body, “how did that happen?” It could be invasion of the body-snatchers, in a way. (Covering all reflective surfaces helps...somewhat.)
rumitoid wrote:
I had these great plans for my twenty-third birthday but they were ruined two days before it by systolic heart failure at 71. Well, that's what it feels like.
Every time there is a need to give my age, I am a bit stunned. Thoughts don't age. The mind is Peter Pan. Which is why any recognition of my actual age is occasionally disconcerting. Take bathing. I go into the bathroom for a shower and happen to glance in the mirror. I want to yell at the image, “What the hell are you doing in my house!” Awareness dawns. I slowly recognize the face. “Really,” I think, looking at my body, “how did that happen?” It could be invasion of the body-snatchers, in a way. (Covering all reflective surfaces helps...somewhat.)
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You are right,Rumi....Aging sucks!!!....Take New Year for example..When i was in my 20's,30' and even 40's i could stay until like 5 am with no problem...Now in my mid 50's i can barely stay pass 2am...Aging sucks!!!
rumitoid wrote:
I had these great plans for my twenty-third birthday but they were ruined two days before it by systolic heart failure at 71. Well, that's what it feels like.
Every time there is a need to give my age, I am a bit stunned. Thoughts don't age. The mind is Peter Pan. Which is why any recognition of my actual age is occasionally disconcerting. Take bathing. I go into the bathroom for a shower and happen to glance in the mirror. I want to yell at the image, “What the hell are you doing in my house!” Awareness dawns. I slowly recognize the face. “Really,” I think, looking at my body, “how did that happen?” It could be invasion of the body-snatchers, in a way. (Covering all reflective surfaces helps...somewhat.)
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It does kind of sneak up, doesn't it? I like to think I've led a pretty full life, yet the last thirty-some years of it... PHOOOM! Just blew by...
The important thing is never to lose your sense of humor, and yes... Keep up the youthful attitude and energy of mind. Be the twenty year old inside the geezer.
Seth wrote:
It does kind of sneak up, doesn't it? I like to think I've led a pretty full life, yet the last thirty-some years of it... PHOOOM! Just blew by...
The important thing is never to lose your sense of humor, and yes... Keep up the youthful attitude and energy of mind. Be the twenty year old inside the geezer.
It is like magic, a disappearing act. But you are right: maintain the twenty year old.
rumitoid wrote:
I had these great plans for my twenty-third birthday but they were ruined two days before it by systolic heart failure at 71. Well, that's what it feels like.
Every time there is a need to give my age, I am a bit stunned. Thoughts don't age. The mind is Peter Pan. Which is why any recognition of my actual age is occasionally disconcerting. Take bathing. I go into the bathroom for a shower and happen to glance in the mirror. I want to yell at the image, “What the hell are you doing in my house!” Awareness dawns. I slowly recognize the face. “Really,” I think, looking at my body, “how did that happen?” It could be invasion of the body-snatchers, in a way. (Covering all reflective surfaces helps...somewhat.)
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HAHAHA! "I thought growing old would take longer"! Now
that's a good one!
It's better than dying young but it's more painful, too.
proud republican wrote:
You are right,Rumi....Aging sucks!!!....Take New Y... (
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Heck! I almost never bother these days.
It is 2am and I'm just coming home. Shocked a guy in the bar when he thought I was about 60. I'm three times his age, have more stories then he'll ever have and went out to run before I started drinking. I'm not old, but I have lived 78 years and am still living life to its fullest. Clint Eastwood came up with something recently about aging. "Don't let the old man in". Hell, I have trouble letting the middle aged man out. Get out and move daily. Weights, yoga, running, swimming. But live and do it for pleasure, not just a workout or a desperate effort to stay young.
Cheers and live happy and healthy
ImLogicallyRight wrote:
It is 2am and I'm just coming home. Shocked a guy in the bar when he thought I was about 60. I'm three times his age, have more stories then he'll ever have and went out to run before I started drinking. I'm not old, but I have lived 78 years and am still living life to its fullest. Clint Eastwood came up with something recently about aging. "Don't let the old man in". Hell, I have trouble letting the middle aged man out. Get out and move daily. Weights, yoga, running, swimming. But live and do it for pleasure, not just a workout or a desperate effort to stay young.
Cheers and live happy and healthy
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Thank you, great advice and really love that line: "Don't let the old man in."
rumitoid wrote:
I had these great plans for my twenty-third birthday but they were ruined two days before it by systolic heart failure at 71. Well, that's what it feels like.
Every time there is a need to give my age, I am a bit stunned. Thoughts don't age. The mind is Peter Pan. Which is why any recognition of my actual age is occasionally disconcerting. Take bathing. I go into the bathroom for a shower and happen to glance in the mirror. I want to yell at the image, “What the hell are you doing in my house!” Awareness dawns. I slowly recognize the face. “Really,” I think, looking at my body, “how did that happen?” It could be invasion of the body-snatchers, in a way. (Covering all reflective surfaces helps...somewhat.)
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Don't feel bad Rumi your not alone When I look in the mirror or have a birthday I just can't figure out how I got here so fast. One day I was 30 and the next I looked in the mirror and I was 68 and can't figure out were it all went. It's gone by so fast I never even had a chance to enjoy the in-between. As I sit here I have a cast on my rt foot for a broken ankle my first broken bone, I am still working a full-time job. I've raised my 3 sons taken only 3 vacations that I remember usually cash in my time to pay off bills so join the crowd and if you figure out who sped up the time machine let me know I'd like a few words with them
rumitoid wrote:
I had these great plans for my twenty-third birthday but they were ruined two days before it by systolic heart failure at 71. Well, that's what it feels like.
Every time there is a need to give my age, I am a bit stunned. Thoughts don't age. The mind is Peter Pan. Which is why any recognition of my actual age is occasionally disconcerting. Take bathing. I go into the bathroom for a shower and happen to glance in the mirror. I want to yell at the image, “What the hell are you doing in my house!” Awareness dawns. I slowly recognize the face. “Really,” I think, looking at my body, “how did that happen?” It could be invasion of the body-snatchers, in a way. (Covering all reflective surfaces helps...somewhat.)
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Like looking at my hands and screaming.
My mother's hands are coming out of my sleeves.
Tug484 wrote:
Like looking at my hands and screaming.
My mother's hands are coming out of my sleeves.
I can't break rocks with mine anymore. Bones, yeah (mine), rocks, no.
BigMike wrote:
I can't break rocks with mine anymore. Bones, yeah (mine), rocks, no.
well Mike
you do know that rocks are hard
doncha?
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