I was trying to convince my husband that exercising at our local gym would increase the likelihood of him living longer. With prophetic insight mixed and a certain
degree of nagging I stressed, “You don’t want to die young, do you?” To which he replied, “I’m too old to die young.”Whoa. I wonder when we crossed that line where it’s assumed that we’ve spent our youth. At what point does someone go from saying, “Oh, but he was so young,” to “Well, he lived a long, good life?”
As Billy Joel sang, “only the good die young.” At least we don’t have to be good anymore.
(Photos by Phil Dowsing and echo esofstars, shared via Flickr)
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