GROWING OLD AIN’T FOR SISSIES
Bette Davis hit the nail on the head when she remarked “growing old ain’t for sissies. Shakespeare is more dispiriting, depressing, and despairing:
“Last scene of all, that ends this strange eventful history, is second childishness and mere oblivion, sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.” (The Seven Ages of Man from As You Like It).
My odometer is passing the 70 mile marker at the end of the month. That Mercedes in the picture and I have much in common. The tires are losing pressure and the mud splashes hide dents and dings. It has had a lot of road time over bumpy terrain.
What’s next? Do I take the key out of the ignition and garage the car, or do I keep driving and until the tank is empty. The choice would be easier if I could see around the bends in the road; but google has not mapped that space.
For today, I’ll keep driving. As I put the car back in gear, I resolve to drive with more purpose, and as I pull back on the the road I resolve to pay attention to where I am and what is around me.
Why don’t you join me on my journey? Click the FOLLOW button and together we will see whats around the bend when driving over seventy.