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Posts Tagged ‘Aging’

[1: 1,966 of 10,000] I Am Getting Old (Yay!)

In Journal on July 4, 2019 at 2:03 PM

Hair stylist Nat told me that my feeling whether am old or young depends on my perception. Will I defy the fact that I am having grey hair more than I have last year and the hair color that I used doesn’t necessarily cover the truth that I am aging?

I am starting to feel like I am broken; like a piece of toy that has parts that are starting to crumble and I don’t know how to stop it. I try to exercise, eat well, meditate, met a psychic, and yet I feel like I don’t understand the transition that I am going through. There’s a cloud over my head and I can’t see clearly and my body isn’t cooperating.

I have to be honest, it scares me to be old. What if I start forgetting things? What if I couldn’t be creative anymore? What if I get really sick? What if I have a bad back and broken bones? Those were my fears but just that fears but not my reality yet; so I am not losing hope. I know that this too will roll over like the rest of the things in the world.

[1: 1,542 of 10,000] White Hairs and Wrinkles

In Article on July 29, 2015 at 3:39 PM
Bill Gates, chairman and founder of Microsoft Corp. and Berkshire Hathaway Inc. director, plays bridge on the sidelines of the Berkshire Hathaway shareholders meeting in Omaha, Nebraska, U.S., on Sunday, May 4, 2014. Warren Buffett whose Berkshire Hathaway Inc. joined 3G Capital last year in a $23.3 billion takeover of ketchup maker HJ Heinz Co., said yesterday he'd welcome more deals with the buyout firm. Photographer: Daniel Acker/Bloomberg via Getty Images

Bill Gates, chairman and founder of Microsoft Corp. Photographer: Daniel Acker/Bloomberg via Getty Images

My dad died at 49 and my mom died at 58. I didn’t really see them age with all white hairs and rocking a wrinkly face but looking at Bill Gates’ recent photo, it paints aging.

I used to get scared of getting old. I was afraid of having weak knees, poor eyesight, and looking really bad. Then I finally calm myself with the reassurance that instead of leaning on the fearful decline of physical stamina, I have to ensure that the person inside radiates with so much love, peace, and happiness that the outside doesn’t really matter because the inside will be so beautiful that the outside gets youthfully ravishing.

I am starting to appreciate the idea that the journey is a lot more important than the destination, because the journey takes longer, and requires more love. It is indeed a price to reach a fantastic outcome but if getting there was burdensome then it failed.

May I always have the right attitude in living life. 🙂