About three years ago, a friend of thirty years forwarded a post that was circulating at the time. It was one of those letters that old friends passed around on email. Maybe you have seen it yourself. Well, every once in a while, in some mysterious way, the message just pops up to the top of my email list again. Each time that happens, I enjoy it more than I did at first. It starts out with an anonymous quote:
Good friends are like quilts – they age with you, yet never lose their warmth.
Now, I NEVER pass on chain letters (from old friends or new) so I embellished it a tad and share it here with you. If you have seen it before, it is worth a second read:
“I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood …
The Great Freedom That Comes With Aging
Whose business is it, if I choose to read, or play on the computer until 4am, or sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 50s, 60s and 70s, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love, I will.
Looking forward to walking the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body. I will dive into the waves with abandon, if I choose – despite the pitying glances from the jet set. They, too, will get old.
I know I am sometimes forgetful, old friends. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And eventually, I remember the important things.
Sure, over the years …
I Have Lost Old Friends …
And my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one? Or when a child suffers, or even when somebody’s beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what gives us strength, and understanding, and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile. And will never know the joy of being imperfect.
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turned white. To have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed. And, so many have died before their hair could turn silver. I am old enough to be a blessing to an old friend or to someone I have just met.
As you get older …
It Is Easier To Be Positive
You care less about what other people think. I don’t question myself so much anymore. I’ve even earned the right to be wrong. An old friend accepts me the way I am.
I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever. But while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been. Nor will I worry about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day if I feel like it!
May our friendships never come apart, especially when it’s straight from the heart!”
As Ralph Waldo Emerson said: It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them.