As I age I find I have lowered my expectations considerably in nearly every aspect of my life. I am no longer as excitable or exuberant as I once was. That's a relief, considering what a big nut I can be. I am not complaining, I actually think this "adjustment" is a reasonable and welcome change in my life. I am more able to accept life for what it is instead of what I want it to be. Who knew I had it in me to be reasonable?
It was fun being young and having unlimited expectations. I enjoyed the excitement of thinking wonderful things were in store for me at every turn. So often that turned out to be true. Youth was a great gig. I think I made the most of it. I have no regrets. But you have to kiss that joy as it flies.
For those of us who are lucky enough to survive into our 50's, 60's, 70's, 80's and beyond, one occasionally has to look in the mirror and face facts. There is more of life behind us than there is ahead of us. That is not a tragedy, by the way. I am not trying to freak you out. Youth and beauty are great, but they fade; they simply do not last. Joy is also momentary and temporary, but it continues.
|Maypop, aka purple passionflower, aka Passiflora incarnata - a wild flower in Central Florida|