Oct 21, 2010

Fading glory

As I have often said everyone is beautiful so I would call myself also beautiful! But to think of how it is all fading away is hard to imagine. It has been a fun ride so far when all co-workers were of same age as me or older. But all of a sudden I realize the wind is changing in that I am no longer the youngest of the lot and that I move way to give the limelight to people younger, brighter and more energetic than me! I have had my playing parts so that's okay I guess...

Every now and then I see a grey in my comb and can easily brush it off as a pre-mature grey. But what happens ten years from now?! It would no longer be a pre-mature grey but on and about time grey. There won't be just one or two, there will be many, many more each day.

My perfect teeth will have to give way too I guess, okay not in ten years, but twice that say. This whole idea of aging scares me. Life had just began it seems but already I am half way through! Okay, not quite but you get my point!

I understand we can't hold back the arms of the clock as it slowly tics & tocs into the unknown. Oh, now I get it, it is the fear of the unknown that keeps me wide awake! I guess I needn’t lose any more sleep over it as the clock is on a pre-determined journey - yes, journey through time - forward!

Kings and Queens, rich and poor, young and old, in good health or not, all travel the same journey - a journey through time - forward. King Solomon jots down his thoughts as below,

"Remember your Creator
in the days of your youth,
before the days of trouble come
and the years approach when you will say,
"I find no pleasure in them"-

before the sun and the light
and the moon and the stars grow dark,
and the clouds return after the rain;

when the keepers of the house tremble,
and the strong men stoop,
when the grinders cease because they are few,
and those looking through the windows grow dim;

when the doors to the street are closed
and the sound of grinding fades;
when men rise up at the sound of birds,
but all their songs grow faint;

when men are afraid of heights
and of dangers in the streets;
when the almond tree blossoms
and the grasshopper drags himself along
and desire no longer is stirred.
Then man goes to his eternal home
and mourners go about the streets.

Remember him—before the silver cord is severed,
or the golden bowl is broken;
before the pitcher is shattered at the spring,
or the wheel broken at the well,

and the dust returns to the ground it came from,
and the spirit returns to God who gave it.

"Meaningless! Meaningless!" says the Teacher.
"Everything is meaningless!"

Here is the conclusion of the matter:
Fear God and keep his commandments,
for this is the whole duty of man."

It is scary, yes! But to think of all those who are traveling with me and those who have travelled ahead of me and of course those who have finished their journeys, I guess only better times are ahead. And this fear is unnecessary. What say folks?!


SG said...

Age is only in our mind. We are as young as we think in our mind. I know a couple. He is 66 and she is 65. I envy them. They live their life like a 26 and 25 year old, boy friend girl friend. You got the picture.

Hari K Gottipati said...

We are half way through and I am sure the other half will be much better! The moment you start worrying, you loose the peace! It's part of the journey. Towards the end of the journey we may look old, but as SG said we are not old as we think in our minds. So we should stop worrying and start enjoying the second half!

A said...

Very nice post. One of the best..it is a thought that crosses my mind all the time these days.

NRIGirl said...

Thank you @A for accepting you feel the same fears as me. It helps to know someone is in the same boat.

Thank you, @SG! But it's not the numbers that bother me much; it is how whatever we take for granted now will be fading away - like hair, teeth, bones what not!

@Hari! When did you grow up so mature? Didn't we go to the same college? You make a good point, when we start worrying we loose peace.

So, I won't worry and keep the peace!

~ NRIGirl

@Hari please email me your daughter's blog again. Since I am not in FB anymore unable to contact you otherwise. My email address is: nrigirl at hotmail dot com

Renu said...

I agree to SG. and today I find many plus [points also in ageing..I am free of all the responsibilities,and many more, and finds that life is much more enjoyable now.

dr.antony said...

Live life as if there is no tomorrow?" Today is the day the Lord has given you..rejoice..." There is only one reality in life after birth..and that is death.Why are you scared if you believe?Live life gracefully and get older gracefully.

Anonymous said...

Hey NRIGIRL, i am 23 and i hv lots of grey hairs so dont worry abt those of urs...But really i must say youth is fun specially when u r single hv good frnds n money to spend every evening..

Recently i have moved from college life to professional life. Earlier i was worried that there would be no fun evenings anymore but to be true office life rocks..i enjoy more now as compared to my college days as because now i have more money, quality life and ppl...

Anonymous said...

so the point is enjoy every moment of life as it moves ahead...be young at heart and do whatever u feel like...

Anonymous said...

What you make out of your time is life.. and yes age is just a number like SG said, we live each moment and cherish it..

ps: worrying make the hair grow grey, so stop worrying otherwise u may end up with a grey head tomorrow :P

Speeding away before you strangle me... :P :P

Sanand said...

Nice post.

Bikramjit said...

lovely poem

oh yes the punjabi songs

has ga lai mohabaataan pa lai
ki lai javenga
tun thali jawani budhi umare
reh reh ke pachtavenga

Laugh have fun be merry love someone
what will u take with u
when u r old and youth goes away
you will regret


Emily, Ruby Slipper Traveller said...

I'm starting to find this too. I'm not the youngest of any group any more, and sometimes I look at pictures of myself and think that I look tired and as though I've lost some bloom. It's natural... and yet it's such a shame...

Shakespeare said it like this, more or less:
Duke: For women are as roses, whose fair flower
Being once displayed, doth fall that very hour.

Viola. And so they are; alas, that they are so!
To die, even when they to perfection grow!

Y L said...

While I was growing up, most of the girls called me akka-elder sister-which annoyed me.This was due to my big size.The memory of a high school senior and a railway station master calling me paappa-little girl- makes me happy even now.
Then I became an aunty and in my sixties they call me grandma.It shocked me to hear teenage boys calling me grandma and I have accepted it.At present if someone calls me akka , I simply love him/her.
I had been young and I have become old and Gods mercy and goodness had followed me all the days of my life.I give thanks unto Him for such a wonderful love.

Anonymous said...

I dont know how could I miss such a nice post. What you wrote worries me too. when I see my present and past photographs, I wish I could go back..

People still say I look years younger than my actual years but I know it is just a matter of time. Now a days I am more at peace with the thought of aging. I feel it is the time of my kids now...
Let us enjoy what is left in our life and let our kids enjoy more...

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