As I've aged, I've become kinder to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend.
I have seen too many dear friends leave this world, too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.
Whose business is it, if I choose to read, or play, on the computer, until 4 AM , or sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60 &70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love, I will.
I will walk the beach, in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves, with abandon, if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.
They, too, will get old.
I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And, I eventually remember the important things.
Sure, over the years, my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break, when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But, broken hearts are what give us strength, and understanding, and compassion. A heart never broken, is pristine, and sterile, and will never know the joy of being imperfect.
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.
As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong.
So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day (if I feel like it).
MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART, ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART!
I have seen too many dear friends leave this world, too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.
Whose business is it, if I choose to read, or play, on the computer, until 4 AM , or sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60 &70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love, I will.
I will walk the beach, in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves, with abandon, if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.
They, too, will get old.
I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And, I eventually remember the important things.
Sure, over the years, my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break, when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But, broken hearts are what give us strength, and understanding, and compassion. A heart never broken, is pristine, and sterile, and will never know the joy of being imperfect.
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.
As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong.
So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day (if I feel like it).
MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART, ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART!
PABLO VUELVE DE VACACIONES Y TE ESTREMECES
Hola!
Vuelvo el 21 de Diciembre a Madrid
Llego a las 1450h...
Alguien me puede ir a buscar?. Mama, pasare por tu casa, te dejare una tonelada de ropa sucia y por favor quiero comida occidental , y ya por pedir que sea un chuleton de carne roja o un entrecot o similar por favor!!! algo espanhol!!!croquetas, o yo que se!!! :-)
estoy en la isla de koh samui, mananha vamos a bangkok otra vez y como ya he dicho el 21 volamos a madrid, pero de la misma manera que perdimos un dia al venir, ahora lo ganaremos, asi que llegare el 21 a las 1450h..
que sepais que deje el curso de buceo a la mitad por varias razones..la mas importante por la irresponsabilidad de ser epileptico, ya que no solo pongo en peligro mi vida, sino la de los que me rodean..hice las inmersiones en piscina,probe el equipo, pase las pruebas y al dia siguiente lo deje..no es lo mio, por no hablar del perezon de lo que pesa el equipo..con lo bien que lo hizo Cousteau y lo bien que estan sus documentales!!!...bueno, un viaje increible..me ha gustado mas Camboya que Thailandia...
besossss
Vuelvo el 21 de Diciembre a Madrid
Llego a las 1450h...
Alguien me puede ir a buscar?. Mama, pasare por tu casa, te dejare una tonelada de ropa sucia y por favor quiero comida occidental , y ya por pedir que sea un chuleton de carne roja o un entrecot o similar por favor!!! algo espanhol!!!croquetas, o yo que se!!! :-)
estoy en la isla de koh samui, mananha vamos a bangkok otra vez y como ya he dicho el 21 volamos a madrid, pero de la misma manera que perdimos un dia al venir, ahora lo ganaremos, asi que llegare el 21 a las 1450h..
que sepais que deje el curso de buceo a la mitad por varias razones..la mas importante por la irresponsabilidad de ser epileptico, ya que no solo pongo en peligro mi vida, sino la de los que me rodean..hice las inmersiones en piscina,probe el equipo, pase las pruebas y al dia siguiente lo deje..no es lo mio, por no hablar del perezon de lo que pesa el equipo..con lo bien que lo hizo Cousteau y lo bien que estan sus documentales!!!...bueno, un viaje increible..me ha gustado mas Camboya que Thailandia...
besossss
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