I'm 45 and lucky to be alive. I was a bit of a wild child in my youth and much of what I did should have killed me, but I'm still here. I'm struggling with many issues, but age isn't one of them.
When I was growing up, the older you were, the more respect you commanded. I'm a Southern farm kid and was raised to be quiet and listen to my elders. There are times when that isn't really the appropriate way to treat a child - I was molested for about 14 years and no one would listen or believe because I was a child - but all things considered, it really was better for me to be "seen and not heard". Had I been a loudmouth, I'd have missed the most wonderful stories, so much family history, and so much laughter from the adults around me. By keeping quiet and listening, I learned that older people really were wiser than the rest of us and if I really wanted to learn (I wanted to know everything as a child) then I'd listen to my elders. I'm glad I was raised that way.
Now, that having been said, I wanted nothing more as a child than to get old. I wanted to be one of the wise people, one who was respected. I knew that I'd only get respect if I got old and wise. I wanted to be someone others turned to for advice, someone who had, if not all the answers, then at least a lot of them.
The older I get, the more respect I get from young people, though not nearly as much as older people got when I was a child. Still, it's better than what I got when I was a kid. Young people actually listen to me now. I'm grateful for that, and grateful that the idiot stunts I tried as a kid didn't kill me. Every additional year means just a little bit more respect, just a little more knowledge, and a little more wisdom.
I still want to know everything, I want to learn learn learn.....I have more books than the law should allow. Looks be damned, I want to know more about the world, about life. I don't care about gray hair, wrinkles or saggy boobs, I care what's in my head and my heart. The rest is just window dressing and almost completely irrelevent to WHO I am.
I'm grateful for every birthday because it means I'm still alive, and as long as I'm alive, I still have a chance to learn and maybe even to grow. The "growing" part is why I came here. :-)
Maybe that's trite, I don't know. I do know that it's true. I want to keep getting older, and I hope someday I'll be as respected as old people were when I was growing up.
Valoren