I suppose some people think old folks are less important than we were when we were younger and more involved in the ways of the world. All I know is I love being the age I am and wouldn’t go back.
What do you think?
November 6, 2016
I suppose some people think old folks are less important than we were when we were younger and more involved in the ways of the world. All I know is I love being the age I am and wouldn’t go back.
What do you think?
I would like to change a few things in my past – but not actually go back and relive it the way it was!
Most of you have never met me but I still have people who can’t believe I’m actually the birth-age I am. Something about my wrinkles not being how they should be… My gravitas picture is at least 15 years ago!!
I have had some entertaining chats with people who are much younger, explaining that when I get to be as old as them…xyz will come clear! – I’ve had so much fun, saying “well I didn’t know you could really reverse back”
It sounds like you have a good time with that. Good for you!
I wouldn’t change where I am right now… unless I could go back in time and age knowing what I know now. (I certainly would have made some different investment choices 😉 )
At least you’re doing all right now. That’s the main thing.
isn’t it funny what kids think!
once I remember actually trying to picture my parents as kids and I couldn’t!
and
nope.
I wouldn’t go back. i’m having fun now. 🙂
I had no trouble thinking of my parents as kids. But I remember Andy’s mother making a comment to Kaitlin about when Andy was a boy. Kaitlin was taken aback. Father a little boy? My MIL said, “Yes, your father was a little boy once, and your mother was a little girl.” Kaitlin said, “Oh, I know about Mom, but Father a little boy??”
LOL “Father was a little boy” via K and her MIL…
I don’t know much about my Mother but I do have a picture of my Father with his first bicycle probably 1910 – and I do know that come 1916 he was off to WW1 (lied about his age) and that period is well documented as such particularly as he was shot in the foot and later with the usual complications (of that era) lost a fear amount of that leg…so I grew up with a man with a strange leg, weird stump sock, the idea that the sock on that foot only got washed if he happened to get mud on it. During his lifetime, he only wore black wool sox & if we inadvertently gave him sock for Christmas they mysteriously disappeared…
No. I’m fine just remembering my favorite memories without having to deal with their surroundings. Although I do wish I could tell my younger self to always continue walking several miles a day–I would be so much healthier now if I had done that.
Apparently exercise helps a lot even when we get older — one health newsletter says even after 75. Andy and I laughed at that because we’ve already past that milestone.
I don’t want to go back either, but I so wish I could have a good conversation with my “younger self” and tell her a few things…. Like don’t let your hairdresser talk you/me into dying your hair a mahogany color…. and it won’t kill you to eat a salad once in a while 🙂
😀 Do you think she would listen?
Hmmmm
Yeah, I’d go back
and make different choices,
IF I could know what I know now.
But…
I do wish I was younger or should I say,
I wish I had the possibility of more time.
Meaning odds are that I have X numbers of years left until I retire
and I need to use them wisely, so that I’m able to do so.
Sigh.
Yep. yep. yep.
Good luck on a happy retirement. It does take some planning ahead.
I would not like to go back to being young.
Incidentally, you might like to have a look at http://www.nytimes.com/2015/06/21/books/review/why-grow-up-by-susan-neiman.html?_r=0
“But the real virtue of this short, sometimes frustrating book lies in its insistence that thinking for oneself is a difficult and lifelong undertaking, in its genuinely subversive defense of philosophy in an age besotted by data.”
I started thinking for myself at an early age, and I spent a lot of time reading philosophy when I was a teen. I was developing my own philosophy of life because I didn’t accept the world view of what I had been taught. I would say the process was more exciting than difficult. What about you?
I came to philosophy much later in life. I was too busy till about my mid forties keeping three bodies and souls together and climbing the corporate ladder. After that, once I started out on the journey, the well trodden path of Vedanta has served my purpose.