I’m noticing myself getting older.
I keep seeing a metaphor of an old chipped tea pot.
Well loved, functional, stained full of memories, comforting.
There is no getting around time.
I’m not sure if I ever thought there was.
As I get older it becomes clearer that enjoying the spoils of lived life…well what other choice do I have?
To fight is futile. Isn’t it?
The risk of all this “acceptance” is that I subconsciously begin to accept other people’s ideas about what getting older means.
The world has a lot of ideas about all of this that hold no interest for me. But it is easy to start thinking in those frames when they are communicated so clearly and with such strength.
(I know I’m not ‘old’, I know I’m ‘in the middle’, I’m saying older…we all get older every day)
The remedy to all of this is being in this moment.
I am this being, right here, right now.
I can do and say and think the things I can do and say and think right now.
That’s all of it.
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