Growing Older. Who Me?


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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