I've seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon, before they understood the great freedom that comes with ageing.
"Good friends are like quilts-they age with you, yet never lose their warmth."
Whose business is it if I choose to read, or play on the computer, until 4am, or sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 50s, 60s and 70s, and if I , at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love, I will.
I know I'm sometimes forgetful. But there again some of life is just as well forgotten. And eventually I remember the important things.
Over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one or when a child suffers or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car?
But broken hearts are what give use strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile, and will never know the joy of being imperfect.
As you get older it's easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself any more. I'v even earned the right to be wrong.
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