We have worked hard at adding years to life – through research and medical advancement.
But, we meant to add years to our youth.
We want more years when we are 25 and young and healthy and virile and independent.
But added years of life didn’t get credited to that account. They were credited to the later years. That part of life of which we are most afraid, most dread, and least understand. We don’t really get more years to be with our babies, learn and discover new and exciting things, pursue power, money and sex.
No, we get more years to watch our bodies morph on us into something w
e neither recognize nor appreciate. We have more years to deal with chronic illness. More years to be alone without a spouse. More years to be devalued, unappreciated. More years to be old. More years to be what we were trying not to be.This is cause for despair. Fear. Angst.
How are we as a generation going to appreciate having more years to live when somehow we feel so gypped and are so resentful?
How are we going to live longer when we don’t know how to be old?
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1 comment:
This is a sad commentary on aging, and I am afraid it is true in alot of ways. Our society as a whole needs to shift completely how we view our seniors.
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