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.
2 comments:
Hi, Thankyou so much for visiting me, & leaving me a comment. I had no idea I was a 'blog of note' Haha.
I find the older I am getting the more I try to sieze the day! Who knows, tomorrow might be my last- or even today!
Sure, I get the blahs every now & then, & I have long suffered from depression bouts, but somehow I bounce back, & I still feel I have a 'life to live'.
My best weapon is laughing!
I enjoyed this post. You commented on my blog asking me where these desserts were served. All I'll say publicly is that they're restaurants in San Francisco. If you are planning a visit and would like to know, you can find my email on my blog.
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