Have you ever had the
experience of driving on a slippery road when the car suddenly begins
an uncontrollable swerve? That moment of...what? Fear?
Apprehension?...awareness of having no control over what's happening
and not knowing what comes next? It's exactly how I view the process
of my aging.
I realize I have no right to
complain—to do so is, in fact, an act of supreme ingratitude for
the gift of having been allowed to live as long as I have when so
many billions of others have not. And this is not addressed to anyone
who lives with physical problems, many of which are far worse than my
own. Yet I cannot help but cling, sometimes desperately, to the past
and to grieve for all those things I've done that I will/can never do
again: run, eat a full meal, lift my head high enough to look at a
passing plane, or turn it far enough to look over my shoulder; to see
and talk with and touch so very many people who formed the
foundations of my life; to experience romantic love. Things which
were simply an integral part of my life...and to the majority of
people younger than, say, sixty or sixty-five.
If you're rolling your eyes
and giving a Weltschmerz sigh about now, muttering “here we go
again,” you have some justification in doing so: I do feel sorry
for myself at times. But my reason for bringing the subject up so
often is, truly, not the self-pity factor, or to focus on what I
don't have and can't do, but on what you do have and
can do without a single
conscious thought. And my point is that you should
give it a conscious thought, and often.
We
of course cannot stop to contemplate or analyze our every thought or
action—if we did, there would be no time to live our lives. But we
can pause every now and again to be aware, and most importantly, to
give thanks for, everything and everyone we cherish right
now, for either they will not
always be with us or we will not always be with them. Never pass up
an opportunity to let the important people in your life know what you
feel about them.
There
are an infinite number of ways to show how we feel without gushing.
The smallest gestures can sometimes be the most meaningful. Such
simple thing as meaning it when you ask “How are you,” and really
listening to the response can not only strengthen your bond to them,
but bring them pleasure. Simple kindness can be priceless to the
recipient, yet it costs the giver nothing.
Growing
older, for a great many people, involves—willingly or unwillingly,
wittingly or unwittingly—an inevitable withdrawal from the world
around them. The older one grows, the more isolated one tends to feel
and in fact be. Chances are you have no real idea how important a
kind word or gesture—any reassurance that they still have meaning
to the world—can mean to those whose social support systems are
inexorably dwindling. There may well come a time when you are in need
of exactly such a word or gesture.
It is
part of being human that our primary interests and concerns are
centered around ourselves. Yet the danger is that far too often—as
it is, I freely if sadly admit, true in my own case—our
concentration on ourselves effectively dims our awareness of others.
We are so concerned about our individual problems and concerns we
become largely blind and deaf to those—often far more serious than
our own—of others.
Edgar
Allen Poe's raven eventually comes to the door of everyone who lives
long enough. The problem is that when it does, we almost without
exception are caught by surprise. “Why didn't I appreciate what I
had when I had it? Why didn't I do what I should have done, or wanted
to do?” Exactly. We should all strive to live our lives so that
when the raven says “Nevermore,” at least we can take whatever
small comfort in replying, “Yes, but once....”
Dorien's
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3 comments:
Has anyone ever thought to carry a shotgun to the door when that raven appears? It would just be a small deterrent.
Also, you do realize that the more you mention the aging process in relation to yourself, the stronger the probability is that you'll live to be 116? I can just imagine the tone of your blog posts then.
Good post, Dorien
Thanks Nikolaos and Kage and anyone else who read/reads these blogs. I do appreciate it.
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