Wow, I disagree! At any age, one can have memories and be growing older, and still be in the game.
Younger people will always think that older people are “finished“ and no longer relevant. But that doesn’t mean older people. ARE finished and no longer relevant. It’s just a little more difficult to insert oneself into the conversation. Particularly if one has left that conversation for one reason or another. But it’s not impossible.
This is more about the internal process, and how time feels when it is gone. It's about what I miss and maybe some other people do too. In the external world, we are always in the now. We have to deal with each moment as it arises. The world of memory truly no longer exists.
Coming to terms with mortality is not an easy process, and it doesn't happen all at once. I am on the 3rd iteration. I know for certain that the road ahead is shorter than the road behind. A lot of my life exists only in memory.
But in THIS moment, the one I am living in now, I am still a full human. I have things I do and want to do. I have lost friends but still have many among the living. I have lost most of my family and what I have I see so rarely I can't really recall when it was. I have a purpose, if only in my own mind. And I do hope this continues nearly as long as I do. But I have no illusions about knowing how long that will be.
Wow, I disagree! At any age, one can have memories and be growing older, and still be in the game.
Younger people will always think that older people are “finished“ and no longer relevant. But that doesn’t mean older people. ARE finished and no longer relevant. It’s just a little more difficult to insert oneself into the conversation. Particularly if one has left that conversation for one reason or another. But it’s not impossible.
A lot has to do with how one sees oneself.
This is more about the internal process, and how time feels when it is gone. It's about what I miss and maybe some other people do too. In the external world, we are always in the now. We have to deal with each moment as it arises. The world of memory truly no longer exists.
Coming to terms with mortality is not an easy process, and it doesn't happen all at once. I am on the 3rd iteration. I know for certain that the road ahead is shorter than the road behind. A lot of my life exists only in memory.
But in THIS moment, the one I am living in now, I am still a full human. I have things I do and want to do. I have lost friends but still have many among the living. I have lost most of my family and what I have I see so rarely I can't really recall when it was. I have a purpose, if only in my own mind. And I do hope this continues nearly as long as I do. But I have no illusions about knowing how long that will be.