Monday, January 5, 2009
What we talk about when old people meet...
Looking forward to new things and new experiences feels natural to most of us. But not to old people. After a certain age, everything feels the same, the same neighbors, the same arguments, the same food. Only our maladies feel new, rushing in or sneaking up, aggravating our daily routines, keeping verve and enthusiasm at bay.
Looking forward to springtime used to help us fight winter blues. Soon, new buds and new growth would remind us of the rhythms of nature. Now that we are old, we talk about our mortality, the end of our rhythms. How can we plan when we could die tomorrow? How can we look forward, when we don't know if we will be there?
The early buds on the camellia reassure us that life is all around us, and we must heed its rhythms, rather than be frightened by them.