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?!