Fairy tales can come true
It can happen to you…
If you’re young at heart….
For as rich as you are it’s much better by far…..To be young at heart!
And if you should survive to a hundred and five…
Think of all you derive out of being alive…
And here is the best part, you have a head start .. if you are among the very young at heart!!!!* To which I say……Balderdash! Everybody says you should be young at heart! Why? What does it even mean? If you are under 50 it is fine to be young at heart. But after the half-century mark and beyond, being young at heart doesn’t serve us as well. When I was young at heart I had no patience, no empathy, was always in a rush, Life was relatively easy with few heavy life situations. Decisions were easy because we didn’t think much about them and we were resilient. Resiliency allowed us the ability to compensate for a hasty decision. Coronary youthfulness served us all well. But beyond that, we started dealing with situations that require much more than youth can save. The body starts to respond to the length of time on Earth and so should the heart. Physical resilience slowly dissipates. Patience is necessary to deal with the new adventures and tribulations we are faced with. My young heart was impulsive, impetuous, and spontaneous. Sure it was attractive back then. But today, in the 70 plus-year-old body spontaneity doesn’t always serve us well. Impulsivity can actually get a senior in trouble.
At a time in our lives when our world is tending to shrink, rushing in to resolve an issue may be fool hearty! Downsizing isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Humans tend to clutter their lives with needless stuff – all kinds of things and then we need to get bigger things to hold all our things. My kids look at my stuff and shake their heads while they collect their own stuff. This causes us to look at our lives and contemplate how to sort and decide the best method of downsizing. The young at heart would rent a dumpster, throw everything in and there, all done, only to miss things later, things perhaps even needed. And it isn’t just about objects. Our lives are being reduced by loss of family and friends and we are even selectively separating from people who never treated us well but we never took the time to evaluate those relationships.
The mature at heart (euphemism for old at heart) contemplates, considers, and fusses over decisions. And, why not? The body is sending signals, important decisions have to be made, friends and family are facing these same situations and experiences. Our world is shrinking, sadness and heaviness enters our lives far more often than we want, causing additional decisions to be made based on careful consideration and consequences, something the young at heart rarely do! So, the mature at heart face a quandary. A balance must be reached between how we spend the rest of our lives. Each one of us is different, reacts differently, grieves differently but we share the fact that time continues to pass and experiences change in consequence and nature. We must learn to adjust, acknowledge, think through and then respond. My youthful
heart would respond first, regret or rejoice afterwards depending on how things turned out. I get no joy anymore out of regret and try to act accordingly! I practice and rejoice in being mature at heart for perhaps, practice does make perfect! Or, as near to perfect as an old curmudgeon can get!
*(Songwriter – Ron Heindorf)
Old Age is Not for the Young
Ursula K. LeQuin chimed in with a similar sentiment in her essay Old Age Is Not for Sissies. She wrote this piece when she was 80 and railed against platitudes like ‘you are old as you think you are’ and being ‘young at heart’. She called them placebos.
However, she saved the worst of her ire for a popular poster which showed two buff 70-somethings with the caption ‘Old Age is not for Sissies’. Her point was that old age is for anyone lucky enough to survive to that point, including sissies. Being buff is no defense against the vagaries of physical decline. As a confirmed ‘sissy’, she believes that kidding yourself about the reality of growing old is dangerous. Ursula would change that poster to show several seniors in meaningful conversation with the caption “Old Age Is Not for the Young”.
While I respect George’s (and Ursula’s) point of view, I see it differently. I do agree that with experience, a person is more likely to weigh the consequences of one’s actions – to consider the effects of a decision and determine the means to carry out a plan. That certainly speaks to being less impulsive. On the other hand, have you noticed the decreasing social control demonstrated by many oldsters? Demanding attention, interrupting, or needing to tell their story NOW, whether or not the time is appropriate. On balance, I think consideration and prudence are learned and not simply inherited with old age.
In addition, being ‘young at heart’ for me means approaching life with a sense of wonder. In order to do that, we have to cultivate a supple and malleable mindset, even as our sinews shrink and our joints hurt. I picture the Dali Lama when seeing the phrase ‘being young at heart’. It’s the gift of juxtaposition and humor that lets us keep a light touch on the serious business of growing old.
While I was certainly not feeling young at heart when I wrote my last post, I am feeling much better physically and emotionally. The time spent in recent weeks has been filled with family and loving friends and has allowed me to return to a more balanced and positive place.
My colleagues present interesting takes on the way we look at being young at heart. If it means thinking and acting like young people it can, like most things, be a beneficial asset or a dooming liability. One of the outcomes of my aging has been an increased awareness seeing not only both sides of a statement or argument but blended interpretations as well. My thoughts on George’s topic are many but most lean toward the joy of being eternally child-like.
Wal talks about the wonder of things. The child who sees, understands, and/or feels something new for the first time energizes me. I love their physical reactions and their request for more. It propels me to move beyond the knowledge I’ve acquired with age to the quest for something new that will surprise me or cause me to want to learn more.
I like playful people, regardless of age. Playing games, sports, or hide and seek keeps me laughing, competitive, and active. And while we attribute these activities to youth, I find I can adapt them to my diminished abilities and still enjoy their benefits. Most of the time, I can count on my wiser self to choose cautiously before leaping into a match with my athletic grandchildren. However, this is not always the case. This morning I climbed a tree and realized it was easier going up than finding my way down! (The nickname of Peter Pan has lasted from my college years and still rings true as I just hit the three-quarter century mark.)
I agree that we need to curb our impulsivity to make measured and cautious decisions, and to call upon our years of experience to keep us safe and secure. I also don’t want to save the special candles for another day only to have my children find them boxed and unused or to keep saving my money out of habit when I could have used it to enjoy a special experience with family or friends. It’s all about balance, my mother used to say.
I realize I’m growing older and closer to the day when the management of my mental and physical abilities will be relegated to others. But while I have the ability to choose how to think about my current status, I choose to blend my maturity and wisdom with child-like behaviors and thoughts and to keep an attitude of playfulness for as long as I can.