You know, most people I know fight tooth & nail to avoid the march of time. Either makeup or exercise or just plain old denial that it does happen. If it makes them happy, so be it.
I’m good with it, truthfully. I know – “no ones like to think about getting older – means you’re closer to dying” – that’s the usual response.
Thing is there are lots of times in my life that, according to the MDs involved, I shouldn’t be alive any more. Hell, I shouldn’t be all that functional any more – there’s been a lot of random damage to me that should leave me less capable.
I look at it like this – I’m not even half way to the age span of some of my relatives. At the same time, I’m less than 15 years from my father’s death-age. Why should the process of getting older bother me? Other option isn’t exactly fantastic (though after that, I suspect I’ll care even less).
Spend time with those whose age is greater than yours. Find time to spend with those younger than you. Stop paying attention to the ages and start paying attention to the people as people. The awesome ones will help you love your life because they enrich it. Love your life and age becomes entirely irrelevant.
You asked me what scares me, because you seemed to think that nothing did.
Good gravy, I’m sorry that I’ve given that impression. I’m scared of just about everything – there are fewer bigger scaredy cats than me.
I’m scared of falling – to the point where I’ve sat on a bench and sobbed instead of just falling over onto the 3′ of foam cushions & the waiting arms of a friend.
Scared of failing – pretty much take any definition of fail and I’m afraid of it – disappointing people, not doing the job as well as I should, afraid of not being successful even when I know I learn the greatest lessons in failure.
Scared of people, which is the one that makes me laugh the hardest – I’m terrified of letting people know what I really feel and what I really think. I spent the first 20 years of my life constantly the new kid and ostracized and periodically beaten for being “the new kid”.
The reason I work so hard to overcome my fears is that I have to live and living inside the walls of my fears would rapidly change my life from a life to bubble wrap – supposedly fun & cool & safe, but very quickly extremely unengaging.
I’m scared of not leaving any lasting impression on the world. Ultimately, though, I’m not the one who’ll decide if people remember me or what I did, because by the time that’s relevant, I’ll be gone. So – I try to deal with my fear. Sometimes I overcompensate in enormous ways and I wind up convincing people I care about that nothing frightens me.
Nothing could be farther from the truth. After all – people I care about? They are the ones I fear the most, cause they can cut my heart out with a single word.