We got old. I don’t know how it happened. One day life is new, spread out before us like a new day at sunrise on a cloudless morning. The next thing I know I turn on my satellite TV and Carol King is an old woman singing “So far away” on a Rock and Roll awards show full of old people like Cheech and Chong, Tom Petty and John Fogerty although John Fogerty somehow still looks like the same guy with a different haircut.
Long hair, eight track tapes, jacked up cars with big loud V-8 engines and a lid of pot; where did it all go? And freedom, not freedom of a nation but our freedom, our freedom, to do a go as we please without the chains of jobs and mortgages, of alarm clocks, job deadlines and appointments to be kept. It sped up somehow didn’t it, time, I mean. Time went into overdrive, seems like about the time the first kid came along. First we were there now we’re here with a lifetime in-between. A lifetime of starts and start overs of gains and losses and some losses were really bad. Some of us didn’t make it through, but most of us did and here we are. And how are we? Is it better now than then? We know a lot more. I don’t know that we’re any smarter, just wiser. With age comes wisdom, what that really means is that we made enough mistakes along the way that we are just now beginning to get it right. But is getting it right always better?
We miss the newness of it all don’t we? From the first kiss to the first drink at sunset at an ocean side bar, from waking up together in bed for the first time with her or him or the first time in the back seat down a dead end road with the stars above shinning down. From the first walk, hand in hand along the beach with the ocean breeze bringing a salty taste…even way back catching lightning bugs in a jar… the newness is now but a memory fragmented by the distance of time.
But there is still today. Is there newness today? A grandchild’s smile, your child’s first apartment, an open door to the first dinner prepared by the new daughter-in-law and so much more. Now, after we got old it seems our newness comes from bearing witness to another generation... and that’s ok. Oh, we’re not done yet. But there’s a lot more behind us than what’s in front. And that is life isn’t it… the new is gone, not as many more tomorrows left….but doesn’t it make today, our today seem so much more important, doesn’t it make living in the moment, living the life out of each new moment seem like a pretty good way to live, now… that we got old.
You should print this somewhere. It will touch a lot of your readers. .
Thanks Phil Greer