So you’re getting old

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Those young whippersnappers.

Getting old seems to be a slow and long process.

I didn’t really think I was getting old until a couple weeks ago I was visiting with a few friends from high school. You know those old high school buddies that you had fun with if you’re young enough to have fun?

A sharp difference exists between being young and being old. You have to get old to really understand the difference because when you are young you don’t have enough time to think. That is the problem with young people today. So many things to do and so much technology they don’t have any time left to think.

There is a massive difference between being young and being old.

When you are young, you enjoy having lots of fun with New York City Animal Removal.

When you’re old, you enjoy remembering all of the fun you had when you were young.

The best thing about being old and remembering those great old days is that you can exaggerate about how great they really were. Even when you’re exaggerating with friends that shared the same fun, they go along with you.

Whether it’s the lack of memory or simply wanting to enjoy fun to its fullest extent, I don’t really know.

As my friends and I had been talking about the great old days, I happened to notice wrinkles on their faces. I did not say anything at the moment, but they sure looked old to me. Also, I did not quite remember how gray their hair was when we were young.

When I was young and having all that fun, I never gave a thought about how young I was or that I was getting older. My whole focus was on the fun part of life and that I thought that would carry me through the rest of my life.

I remember my 20th birthday quite well. I was observing getting from these teenage years and becoming an adult. For some reason I thought you became an adult at 20. Little did I know that it takes several years to develop into an adult and some do not really make it. I just assume that the older you get, the more fun you can have.

Celebrating the great old days is quite impressive. Since in it all, I noticed my friends were getting old. One of my buddies repeated a story three times and not to embarrass him, I laughed all three times.

After the meeting and driving home, I started to consider myself. Am I as old as they look?

I was afraid to check in the mirror when I got home because I didn’t know who would be staring back at me. Whoever invented mirrors should be taken and then sent to the moon. A mirror never tells you the proper story and never tells you how old you are. It merely makes a funny face .

My friends might be getting old, but I have put my foot down and I have refused to get old.

One friend was using a cane and I did not have the guts to ask him why he had been using a cane. He hobbled about and I am not positive if he hurt himself if he was just getting too old to walk on his own.

I must admit there are some days that I feel older, whatever that means. Some days I am a little slower than I was the day before. Overall, I’m not as old as some of my friends look.

There is an old saying that says you’re just as old as you feel, and I’m not certain what old feels like. I want to ask my spouse, but you know the trouble I would be in then!

I did enjoy my visit with those friends, but it did start me thinking about things I have never thought about before. I will keep that in mind once I hit that magical mark called 70.

When I got home, I shared a few of my ideas with the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage who only listen very patiently. I moved on and on about how old my friends looked.

When I settled back into my seat and sipped some coffee, she looked at me and said something which rather startled me. “I wonder,” she said rather thoughtfully, “if your friends are saying the same thing about you!”

This was a thought stopper for sure. What if they were? What if I seemed old to them?

Is it really that bad to get older? I thought about that for a minute and then realized if you stop getting older, you are dead.

“I have been young,” David said quite thoughtfully,”and now am old; yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging bread” (Psalm 37:25).

The one I like is,”They shall still bring forth fruit in old age; they shall be fat and flourishing” (Psalm 92:14). This one fits me to a T.

Not only are my buddies getting old, but I’m getting old and my objective is to get as old as I possibly can.

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