The other weekend I was at an old mate’s 70th birthday; next week it’s a 60th and, next month, my own birthday – though not a special one.
Your age is just a figure; it’s how you feel that counts. I’ve been writing a memoir entitled The Growing Older Book, full of humour and, hopefully, everyday good sense. (Let’s hope, too, there will be many further editions.)
Among other revelations I note is that people get friendlier as you age. This could be as you’re less of a threat; or, just as likely, they catch you smiling inanely at a passing recollection and think you’re being friendly – so return the compliment.
Frankly, I’ve never enjoyed life more but, of course, being in good health helps.
I don’t criticise others’ indulgences or habits, as long as they don’t harm us. However, it’s worth noting the ageing participants at afternoon and evening dances we attend don’t need walking sticks while, sadly, the reverse is true in my local pub. Sometimes it seems like having a stick is a requirement of entry.
Still, a stick’s not always a bad thing, as I’ll explain more fully in a future column. For now, let’s just say it’s a telling distinction.
Also, years ago everyone walked or cycled a lot and few needed those bath-chair perambulators. Now you can’t walk down a high street without dodging often obese people - of all ages - in mobility scooters. To some it’s a lifeline, yes, but others rise easily to enter a takeaway for fast food and sugary drinks.
However, don’t worry about it! As that youthful octogenarian the Dalai Lama observed, good health springs from peace of mind.
What’s more, we older ‘uns know the answers to those questions troubling younger minds.
The meaning of life? The wise, old Lama gave a one-word answer.
It’s joy, of course!
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