I'm closing in on 80, and I know that just hearing that most people would conclude I am decrepitly old. And sometimes I do feel old with aches and pains that take longer to go away than when I was younger, and inescapably recognizing diminished strength and other physical attributes. But most of the time I feel much the same as I have felt all my life, and it comes back to me in jarring reality that if I'm lucky I can look forward to a decade, or maybe a decade and a half before everything turns black and cold. Even at 79 and a half I find that I still want things. I'm fortunate in that there really is little that I need, but there is still lots of things that I want. And I think that this is what keeps me from being really, really old. When you reach the point where you find yourself thinking that there is nothing that you really want, then I guess you know you are really old.
And wanting "things" doesn't mean like wanting your knees to not ache after a short walk, or wanting a good BM in the morning. Wanting "things" means like I want a European made RV that I saw on YouTube that is a 40+ foot diesel pusher with a "garage" in the midsection of the RV made to carry a small car (rather than towing one). I know I will never likely be able to afford the $2 million price tag unless I hit the lottery, but I think about that RV and know that I want it. On a lesser level, I've been wanting a lever action 357magnum carbine for awhile. I just haven't gotten myself to spend the $1,000 on a gun that I have no need for and would have a challenge finding a place to shoot it, but I still want it. I know that I'd like a few more motorcycles. I certainly have what I need and can enjoy that, but I still want some more. I feel pretty certain that if one morning I wake up and say to myself that I have pretty much everything that I have ever wanted that will be the day that I know I am truly old.
What prompted this was my running into a former employee of mine this morning. She worked for me for about a dozen years and had told me about her grandfather, a successful farmer, who at 99 had hired a contractor to totally remodel his master bathroom. At the time she told me this she had been puzzled by why someone that old would want to spend the money and go through the hassle of a big remodeling job. I remember then telling her that even though he surely knew that he would not get to enjoy the new bathroom for very long, he probably thought "why not?". He could afford it and it showed that he was still looking forward to things, not just waiting to die. When I ran into her today she told me that her grandfather had passed, so I asked her about that bathroom remodeling from years ago. She smiled and said she remembered the converstation, and that Grandpa had enjoyed that new bathroom with its big Jacuzzi tub for a few years before he had a stroke at 103 and passed soon afterwards.
And money had little to do with this whole subject. Its not the getting of things that matters, its just the wanting. Wanting things means we are still able to look ahead to a future, even if its a short term future, and are not just ready to pack it all in and fade away.
And wanting "things" doesn't mean like wanting your knees to not ache after a short walk, or wanting a good BM in the morning. Wanting "things" means like I want a European made RV that I saw on YouTube that is a 40+ foot diesel pusher with a "garage" in the midsection of the RV made to carry a small car (rather than towing one). I know I will never likely be able to afford the $2 million price tag unless I hit the lottery, but I think about that RV and know that I want it. On a lesser level, I've been wanting a lever action 357magnum carbine for awhile. I just haven't gotten myself to spend the $1,000 on a gun that I have no need for and would have a challenge finding a place to shoot it, but I still want it. I know that I'd like a few more motorcycles. I certainly have what I need and can enjoy that, but I still want some more. I feel pretty certain that if one morning I wake up and say to myself that I have pretty much everything that I have ever wanted that will be the day that I know I am truly old.
What prompted this was my running into a former employee of mine this morning. She worked for me for about a dozen years and had told me about her grandfather, a successful farmer, who at 99 had hired a contractor to totally remodel his master bathroom. At the time she told me this she had been puzzled by why someone that old would want to spend the money and go through the hassle of a big remodeling job. I remember then telling her that even though he surely knew that he would not get to enjoy the new bathroom for very long, he probably thought "why not?". He could afford it and it showed that he was still looking forward to things, not just waiting to die. When I ran into her today she told me that her grandfather had passed, so I asked her about that bathroom remodeling from years ago. She smiled and said she remembered the converstation, and that Grandpa had enjoyed that new bathroom with its big Jacuzzi tub for a few years before he had a stroke at 103 and passed soon afterwards.
And money had little to do with this whole subject. Its not the getting of things that matters, its just the wanting. Wanting things means we are still able to look ahead to a future, even if its a short term future, and are not just ready to pack it all in and fade away.