The deterioration-decline meme that defines aging in our culture originates in a narrow perception of the lifespan that is blind to the priceless assets we accrue as we add years to our lives.
It seems that one of the tasks of we elders is to break through our culture’s collective mass blindness and to make ourselves visible. In doing so, we take care of ourselves, and we help awaken the human world to its own potential, which it cannot see right now.
As I’ve aged, and gotten a lot more experience under my belt, my attitude about reactivity has changed, but I still find this facet of being human difficult.
In the art of improvisational quilting, imperfection is essential in order to show that things are handmade, to show the soul in them. As in life, the imperfection is the beauty, the meaning, the uniqueness.
At town hall meetings and in media interviews, a continuing question for Senator Bernie Sanders has been whether he is too old to be President. So far Bernie has yet to directly answer the question.
Wisdom can appear anytime, in the most surprising ways, so you have to be ready and looking for it.
At the BBC website last week, Emma Jones spent some time surveying what may be the last film taboo, sex scenes with old people.
There is an actualization of self that can take place, in the later years, that brings happiness, fulfillment, and most importantly, the kind of unique perspective that can make hope a real thing. I call this phenomenon “arrival”, and if you keep reading you’ll see why.