“The soul is born old but grows young. That is the comedy of life. And the body is born young and grows old. That is life’s tragedy.” (Oscar Wilde)
I like a quiet life, with books and hot tea. I like browsing around antique stores for hours and wearing big hats. I like classical music and peaceful tunes. I like to go to bed early and wake up early. I prefer to be at home and keep things tidy. I don’t like large crowds or lots of noise. I like walking, especially in gardens. I prefer people to use proper English and not slang. I like for things to stay the same, consistent routines, familiar places. I prefer things to be written on paper, not in an electronic device. I like to be called, “Mrs.” and “Ma’am.” I like to wear modest dresses and silk scarves. I wear sunscreen and think fair skin is beautiful. I think my dogs are the greatest companions, next to my husband. I wish I didn’t depend on my cell phone or social networking as much as I do. And I would rather gaze upon real life, than a digital image.
“Never fear growing old; there are many who have never had the privilege.” (Author Unknown)
Basically, I think (most) old people have it together. And although I’m only twenty-three, I have the heart of someone sixty-three. You can judge, but if you know me, you know it’s true. I have experienced enough emotions for a life time, and I try to appreciate every blessing. The irony is, I am some-what afraid of actually growing old. It is my opinion that being young physically and old mentally, you have the best of both worlds! I still love running, working out, and being active – and I hope as my body ages it agrees with me, as it does for some.
And my husband wonders why I hate his video games.