Happiness. It's relative.
There is magic in being old, though it is often buried in complaint and foreboding, worry about what’s next because the future doesn’t hold that silvery possibility of thrill and accomplishment, yet if one relaxes into oldness, lets the air out of frustration and disappointment and gathers in the regard, deserved or otherwise, given because of age, being old can feel lush, regal, like a queen’s purple velvet robe that others covet.
How much truth is packed into those few words. Perhaps this is the ultimate Red’s wrap. But please don’t stop!
I agree, Jan. I am beginning to enjoy being old.
I’m trying to feel lush:)
a wonderful way to accept and fully live it