Traveling the spiritual journey
August is the month in which I shall reach the ripe old age of sixty-five. With each birthday my expiration date moves closer. I am at peace with that knowledge. Had I known how much fun I would have in my last half of life, I would have had it first.
Now I truly miss my youth. However, I do not miss all the foolishness that came with it. Speaking for myself, I have found at least four benefits to getting old:
1) I have developed a much deeper appreciation for women, music and poetry than ever before. I cannot think of one without thinking of the other.
2) As a member of the “Do Not Resuscitate Club,” I have less to fear and less time to worry about it.
3) I now see other people as my fellow human beings and not as extras in my personal movie.
4) Now that most of my demons have left in search of a younger host, a profound silence has descended upon my mind in which I can hear the voice of God whispering to my soul.
Yes, I look forward to getting even older. However, when death shows up, I shall greet him as an old friend.
I am so excited and overcome with joy and enthusiasm as I travel this spiritual journey I call my life. I keep wanting to skip to the last chapter to see how it all turns out. The suspense is killing me.