There is a scene in the movie Journey to the Center of the Earth, where the characters are falling through a lava tube into, well, the center of the earth. The four characters are screaming as the ground they were standing on shatters and they free fall for miles supposedly, not knowing how and when it will end. At one point, they all stop screaming and they look at each other. And then, Brendan Fraser yells, “We’re still falling!”
We’re still aging!
And it’s no less scary. And we never know when and how it will end!
The Daily Prompt Weekly Writing Challenge this week is entitled GOLDEN YEARS.
No matter how you shake it, it happens to all of us: we grow older. As our age changes, so does our perspective. This week, we’re asking you to take a look at those little numbers that often mean so much.
Two years ago to the day, I wrote a blog entry called I am the Cryptkeeper, an amusing story of the times I have been mistaken for someone’s grandfather. My own 5 year old son. My neighbor’s teenage daughter. Unfortunately, this has happened more than once, and once is way more than enough.
They say age is just a number. So is pi. So is 2,456,923. But no one will live that long. It might be a number, but for the vast majority of us, it is one that will remain in two digits left of the decimal point.
I can remember when I thought thirty was old. Yes. I can still remember that far back. Can’t remember what I had for breakfast today, but is that really an important piece of information in the whole scheme of things?
Thirty? Old? WTF! I can’t even blame it on the alcohol since I was too young to legally drink when I thought thirty was old.
I have unfortunately reached that point in my life when I tell people I’m 39, but they politely don’t believe me anymore. Unless they are blind or senile.
I’m old. There. I said it. Are you happy?
Shouldn’t old and age be four letter words?
As I have often said, getting old is better than the alternative. The only alternative to getting old is to die young. How do I feel about getting older now? It’s like a Catch-22!
Age is just a state of mind. Unfortunately, as we age, our minds get old right along with us. Senility is a state of mind too.
There is nothing golden about the golden years. They should be called the rust years.
The only thing golden about the golden years is the color of your urine. And you might need Flomax. Or Depends.
Getting old ain’t for sissies.
You can’t do the things you used to do, you can’t see as well as you used to, you can’t hear as well as you used to, and if you are lucky, you still remember how things used to be!
I could go on, but I forget the rest.
We spend the first 21 years of our life trying to get to 21. We then spend the rest of our lives trying to get back there. Is drinking legally really worth getting old?
Wine improves with age.
Does whine improve as well?