The only sure sign of life in the cosmos is change. And change, my friend, means aging. No matter your gender, your race, your nationality, your party, you and I are inexorably aging with each inexorable tick of the clock. When you think about it, it seems better than the alternative
However, lets re-consider this word 'older.' It is a simple biological fact, yet one that surely does not simply exist in a medical dictionary. Growing older is a relentless reality. an unstoppable process. a condition that looks us square in the face announcing: I am the first law of the universe.
As it turns out, the law means different things to different people. To infants -- it just happens. To children -- it's what you desperately want to happen. To young adults -- aging mostly comes down to getting bigger, stronger, ever more indestructible. To older adults -- it can be a maturing and at the same time a distressing climax, because now for the fast time you hear the tick of the clock winding down not up.
Finally to old adults -- lately everyone from physicians to poets are writing about us. That's probably because there are now so many of us. A world with such a swiftly aging population means we are entering a first-time stage in human development never known before. What do we do with all of us? How do our health-care systems meet the challenge? How do our farm systems? How do our religions?
But first, dear God how do I get up and out of this chair?
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