Does our war against aging prevent us
From enjoying the inevitable process?
by The Poetess (SRP)
As I turned forty in a world that drools over youth, I was forced to step back and take a deeper look at my relationship, at myself and at the rest of humanity, on the subject of aging. I looked at the way I’d started streaking my hair, in order to hide rapidly increasing numbers of gray hairs. I looked at the way I frowned when I glanced in a mirror and noticed wrinkles peeking through the makeup I’d just started wearing. I looked at how this dread of getting older cast a shadow over my life. And I looked at how this feeling was being fueled by the opinions and behaviors of most of the world around me. The LOUD societal messages were saying that, “Growing older means becoming unattractive, unlovable and undesirable” and that “We must hide our age.” As this message seeped into my heart, I felt the core of how dysfunctional we are, in this area.
Most of humanity seems so hung up on youth and what we LOOK like, that it no longer seems to matter what we ARE like.
Wisdom seems to be taking a back seat to vanity. And as this realization hit me, I began to feel ashamed of being part of such a shallow existence. It suddenly seemed ridiculous for us to waste so much time, energy, money, joy and contentment while fighting the natural process of aging, even though it’s going to continue happening to all of us, anyway.
This was a turning point for me. I literally chopped off ALL my highlighted hair and started honoring my age by letting my grays freely grow.
I now strive to be proud of my lengthening streaks of Wisdom and I’m starting to actually feel good about this obvious proof of the time I’ve served here on earth. Sometimes my grey hairs even seem to glow. Sometimes it seems like, the more I enjoy them, the more enlightened I feel. This may sound like a joke. But I’m not kidding!
Yes. I have days when my confidence staggers and I foolishly aim for a bit of make up, like when I prepare to have a photo taken and want to be accepted by my readers. But, most of the time, I’m enjoying growing older and letting it show. I’m finding it empowering. And I'd like to reach the point where I can feel good about growing older and wiser 100% of the time.
Wouldn't it be wonderful if it were truly OK to age - no more hair coloring. . .no more bald spot hiding. . .no more wrinkle removals or droop lifting. . .no more shame of what’s going to happen to all of us anyway.
Can you imagine the extra joy and contentment, Which will settle into our Hearts, When we let go of our foolish concerns about aging?
I think that any man or woman, who can PROUDLY wear wrinkles, sags, bald spots and gray hair, in today’s world, deserves a huge pat on the back. And I'm looking for mine.
by The Poetess (SRP)
I stood in the lines
Where every body goes
To fix the aging form
Of skin, hair or nose.
But strong as stone, I stood
As I studied my reflection,
And found these words I felt,
In my body's deep rejection,
“Each crevice built for tears-
These wrinkles on my face,
Are proof of precious years
That NOTHING can erase.
In the gray of my fine hair,
I sometimes see a glow.
Please handle it with care
And let this magic show.
The sparkle in my eyes
Grows brighter every day.
Please don't cover it up.
Don't take that away.
Every blemish, bump or sag,
In the eyes of the weak,
May make me a hag.
But HEAR these words I speak…
I want to remain human,
The Truest kind of all.
Don't stretch, tweak or fix me.
I don’t want to be a doll.
I may not fit in,
Because of how I feel.
But I don't want to change.
So, let me just be REAL.”
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|Reviewed by Richard Orey
|"Aging." What an absolute delight to read!
You see, my dear Poetess, one week from today I turn 78, and I'm suddenly facing the fact that my life's calendar is growing much shorter than I want it to be because the fact is, I've never felt better or more excited about life than right now.
And why? Because I'm living these words of yours: "...most of the time, I’m enjoying growing older and letting it show. I’m finding it empowering. And I'd like to reach the point where I can feel good about growing older and wiser 100% of the time."
Yes, I've reached that magic time you talk about, and it's exciting.
I feel on top of the world because I've lived through more strength-building experiences than I ever once could have imagined. Today,
I'm afraid of nothing and enjoying everything. Almost everyone I meet in my daily activities greets me with a gentle smile and a kind
word. It's like I've become a symbol of all they want to be some day.
There may not be much more "aging" in my future, but it doesn't matter. I simply don't have time to think about "aging" because I'm too busy living.
Thank you, God. Every flower is beautiful and shares its intoxicating aroma. Every day the weather is fascinating--either a bright sun bathing everything in its purest light or snow flurries
blowing with the wind and carressing everything with a white blanket. The birds chirp, the dogs bark, the tires of passing cars hum a simple song and the wind in the trees lifts my spirits and makes me feel like everything is a special Christmas present meant just for me.
If I didn't have the gift of "aging," I would be missing one of the most wonderful encounters of all. Dear God, your gift of life is dazzling!
Just by reading this insightful article and poetry, my day has been enhanced and made more joyful. You have a wonderful gift, dear Poetess, and you've shared it with us all. Thank you.
|Reviewed by Amor Sabor
|It is so comforting to see someone stand up and acknowledge that along with age comes wisdom and that we deserve to be respected and loved for WHO we are rather than what we look like. There is nothing wrong at all about putting on a little makeup or putting our best foot forward in this world as we do this merely to show that we DO care about our image to the world, but never to the extent that vanity takes over and dictates that a fake image is what the world should see all the time. The Creator put us here on this planet for a reason and unfortunately Adam & Eve drove us into imperfection which explains the imperfections we see with age...as we were originally designed to live forever. But that is no longer the case and it is up to us, each one of us individually, to take responsibility for our own actions and for the impression we leave upon others. Excellent words you have left us. Bravo for your point of view.
|Reviewed by J'nia Fowler
|Amen. Well put.|