Searching wrote:
Maybe, I'm going through a second childhood, even though I was under the impression I hadn't left the first one behind yet, but for me, it's almost like seeing things through new eyes again. Perhaps, even though my life is still frantic, I appreciate more those fleeting moments of beauty and wonder and adventure because I have come to realize that my life is finite.
I know what you mean. When we are young we seldom think about dying and when we do, we tend to postpone it until much later in life. Now that I am almost 76, I think of it more, and with much more calmness than when I was young. When I was young, I never thought too much about health or dying, but when something was wrong, I went to the doctor and had annual check ups. Now I almost have to be d**gged to a doctor's office and I think I KNOW that if drastic measures are needed to keep me alive, I will turn down those drastic measures and opt for simply being kept comfortable. I say "think I KNOW" because one never really knows what he'll do when that time comes, but it seems to me that living simply to say one is living isn't much of a plan for life. I am not afraid of death itself. I don't like to anticipate what the forerunner to death may be like, and that's why I stress "being kept comfortable". 30 years ago I wouldn't have made this comment under any circumstances. Age does make one more laid back I believe. Aware, but not afraid of the inevitable. Everyone has to face it in his own way. My dad was so fortunate. He was outdoors pruning trees, and when my mother went to fetch him for lunch, she found him dead, lying on the ground, still holding the saw. THAT is how I hope I can go.