A man asks a farmer standing by the side of a field; “Sir, would you mind if I crossed your field instead of going around it? I really need to catch the 4:23 train.”
The farmer has a little think, and slowly replies; “Sure thing son, go right on ahead. And if my bull sees you you’ll catch the 4:11 one.”
Now what has that got to do with getting old?
Just this. If you’re inclined to fret about age and aging, go find yourself a filed with a big ugly bull, preferably with a nasty disposition to boot, in it and step on into that bad boys domain. Then, when he starts snorting and chasing after you you’ll forget all about your age and run for the safety of the fence for all you’re worth. Bet you’ll cover the 100 meters in a time that’ll make Usain Bolt proud.
Proving what? Proving that ageism is all in the mind. Trouble is, for the most part humans don’t think in terms of age being nothing but a mind game. That isn’t how the big dance is set up is it. The dance is about lies and illusions.
You hear it ad nauseum from within the entertainment industry. Once the youth is gone so are the roles, and so on. Well, maybe you weren’t such a great actor in the first place. If, once gravity becomes your greatest enemy, and your bits and pieces start hangin’ out by themselves, and work dries up maybe, just maybe it’s time to do something else anyway.
Everything is set up to make one afraid and miserable. When young we wish we were older, then, when we are old, we wish we could go back and be young. And in that simple expression, in that simple sounding phrase, is the answer to what is actually happening in life. We are not focusing on the now. Never the now, always the past or the future.
And the tragedy of it, or the glorious beauty of it, depending on ones state of understanding, is that we do it all to ourselves.
What is age? At what point does one pass from youthful to old? When a girl says, “Let’s go upstairs and make love,” and the man replies, “Pick one, I can’t do both!”
Or, when a friend compliments you on your new alligator shoes and you’re barefoot?
When you and your teeth no longer sleep together?
If you have the impression that I don’t take age and aging seriously, dear reader, you’re right. It’s not something I’ve worked on, I’ve never thought ageism anything but a ridiculous concept.
Age does not bring wisdom. I have seen wiser 16 year olds than a great many 40 year olds.
Nor does age mean one suddenly needs to fall in with expectations; start wearing cardigans, playing slow games of golf, and napping with the pets. Bugger that. Do what you want to do, as long as you want to do it. If you want to party till the break of dawn, get down baby!
If on the other hand you want to sit in the rocking chair and snooze the day away, more power to you. As long as that’s what turns you on, not because society says you should.
Your soul is immortal, ageless. This ego life is a big ole joke. Don’t let the marketing fools and societal dictates spoil your groove.