No, it’s not for the unlined skin, pert breasts and full lips. It’s not for the thick head of hair without a single grey. It’s not for the ability to eat anything without it appearing on the hips.
No, it’s none of those superficial things.
I wish I were still young for this:
Oh, I know, you’re going to tell me that life at this age is still full of surprises and unexpected pleasures, and yes, it is. There are still a few chapters yet to be played out.
But when we’re young, every BIT of life lies ahead in an uncharted path that will unfold…well, how WILL it unfold? We don’t know. And that’s what I loved about youth.
The frisson of excitement as I went after that first professional job after college, and then, all the subsequent ones I pursued as I developed my career. Would I get the job? Would something else lie ahead? What would happen if I took it?
And then, where should I live? How should I live?
Not to mention that first love affair and all those that came after.
I’ve always been someone who enjoyed having an empty road ahead of me and not knowing what comes next. Now, in retirement, life is more predictable. Hey, don’t get me wrong. I’m not complaining. I embrace the joys that come with every stage of life including this one.
But when I’m alone, pondering where the years have gone, and think about my days of youth, what comes up for me is not the desire for botox or lipo or a facelift.
What comes up for me is the anticipation of what lies ahead on an open road.