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If you are approaching 50 or just past it you are as confused as when you were 16. Yes, it is true, at 16 you were just learning to bloom, at 50 you are realizing you starting to wither. I do not think so, I just do not feel withered. But, you have some cruel people out there who make it a point to remind you of it everytime you celebrate a new birthday!
When you were 16 you were a caterpillar. A caterpillar is vastly different from a butterfly. A caterpillar spends its days crawling from leaf to leaf, chewing on whatever delicacies it can find. The butterfly sees those same leaves from above, where it soars with the breezes, stopping occasionally to sip nectar from the flowers. And yet, these two very different creatures are the same, in different phases of their lives.
At 16 you are vibrant, joyfull and innocent open to the world, you absorb it like a sponge. At 50, the weather isn’t as perfect as you hoped it would be. The music they are playing on the radio today is dull. The food you ordered yesterday at lunch was poorly cooked. Maybe it’s in your nature to complain or be negative. Maybe some of them or even all of them are legitimate. To dwell on it is a huge mistake, for one thing, doing so oppresses you keeping you in a bad mood.
I remember watching a movie ” Calender Girls” the characters were a range of 30’s to 50’s something. When I introduced the subject at work one of the 30’s something said ” but that’s old ladies’ movie!” I guess at 50 I was an old lady. Her friends are all younger than 25. I guess if she’ll look in the mirror one of these days she’ll realize she’s up there too.
Finding a pot of gold in the silver lining is to rave about all the good things that have happened and the blessings I have encountered. Age is just a number, and you only start counting when the ones who envy you make you feel old. That co-worker stayed young by hanging-out with young ones and missing her own journey. I have walked the journey and I am still creating paths, each of those paths refers to a phase and the beautiful memories I create in those stages, it adds to my metamorphisis.
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~I am not young enough to know everything~Oscar Wilde