Getting Older and Wiser?

I like part of getting older because I am much more relaxed than when I was younger. I used to be a bundle of nerves, hurrying here, worrying about this and that, and trying to validate my existence.
Now, I know that  my existence is validated by my existence. Think about it.


Of course there are some parts of getting older that I don't like. The parts that used to be stiff are no longer stiff, and the parts that used to be limber are now stiff. A lot of the hair that used to be on top of my head seems to have migrated south a bit, and is showing up in some very peculiar places.


But some things don't change. I used to fantasize about what I would be when I grew up. Well, I still fantasize about what I will be when I grow up, if I ever grow up. I was looking at a picture yesterday of my new grandson experiencing grass for the first time. (No not that kind). He was so enthralled by a simple blade of grass, and his little fist was holding the blade as if it held the key to all mysteries of life. Heck, maybe it does.


So, I think that I have it all figured out. Aging is not about getting older, It is about letting our minds get younger,and going back to the days when we were so delighted to hold a blade of grass, or play in the dirt, and, oh , why not? Jump into a mud puddle.