aging

It__ not loving a man that makes life harder for gay guys, it__ homophobia. It__ not the color of their skin that makes life harder for people of color; it__ racism. It__ not having vaginas that makes life harder for women, it__ sexism. And it__ ageism, far more than the passage of time, that makes growing older harder for all of us.

The thing about old friends is not that they love you, but that they know you. They remember that disastrous New Year's Eve when you mixed White Russians and champagne, and how you wore that red maternity dress until everyone was sick of seeing the blaze of it in the office, and the uncomfortable couch in your first apartment and the smoky stove in your beach rental. They look at you and don't really think you look older because they've grown old along with you, and, like the faded paint in a beloved room, they're used to the look. And then one of them is gone, and you've lost a chunk of yourself. The stories of the terrorist attacks of 2001, the tsunami, the Japanese earthquake always used numbers, the deaths of thousands a measure of how great the disaster. Catastrophe is numerical. Loss is singular, one beloved at a time.

I am a fading phantasmagoria. Time has left me in partial glory.

Old Age homes are civilization's dumpsites for human beings who it cannot exploit further.

In recent years a smaller share of young adults has been employed than at any time since the Bureau of Labor Statistics started tracking such trends in 1948. So it's not surprising that this generation of youthful protesters has a different focus for their grievances: the economy, stupid. But notice the targets they've chosen to demonize. It's all about class, not age. It's 1% versus 99%, not young versus old. Occupy Wall Street, not Occupy Leisure World.

So where does that leave me? I like hosting the show....It__ become my identity. If that__ gone, where am I?

Real vision dies only when life dies. Once we live, we hope, we yearn for and we aspire to have something!

The easiest way to get old is to be technologically behind...

When you are a young person, you are like a young creek, and you meet many rocks, many obstacles and difficulties on your way. You hurry to get past these obstacles and get to the ocean. But as the creek moves down through the fields, it becomes larges and calmer and it can enjoy the reflection of the sky. It's wonderful. You will arrive at the sea anyway so enjoy the journey. Enjoy the sunshine, the sunset, the moon, the birds, the trees, and the many beauties along the way. Taste every moment of your daily life.

Always enjoyed a smile with dimplesBut time adds wrinkles to the smile

Never give up hope. If you do, you'll be dead already.-- Dementia Patient Rose in The Inspired Caregiver

Always count your blessings, even if you have to count them through your tears

Let us not be bored

The secret of a good old age is simply an honorable pact with solitude.

When the years are dying in the arms of your life,the earth is in pain moving around the sun.

Little by little she had been discovering the uncertainty of her husband's step, his mood changes, the gaps in his memory, his recent habit of sobbing while he slept, but she did not identify these as the unequivocal signs of final decay but rather as a happy return to childhood.

I believe in movement. I believe in that lighthearted balloon, the world. I believe in midnight and the hour of noon. But what else do I believe in? Sometimes everything. Sometimes nothing. It fluctuates like light flitting over a pond. I believe in life, which one day each of us shall lose. When we are young we thing we won't, that we are different. As a child I thought that I would never grow up, that I could will it so. And then I realized, quite recently, that I had crossed some line, unconsciously cloaked in the truth of my chronology. How did we get so damn old?

Where are the eyes of my childhood, those fearful eyes she had thirty years ago, the eyes that made me?