All my friends are getting old
Those young whip kidnappers.
Aging seems to be a long and slow process. The more time passes, the older you get.
I didn’t really think I was getting old until a few weeks ago I was visiting friends from high school. Do you know those old high school friends you had fun with when you were young enough to have fun? And oh boy what fun we had.
There is a big difference between being young and being old. You have to get old to really understand the difference because when you are young you don’t have enough time to think. That is the problem of young people today. So many things to do and so much technology that they don’t have time to think.
There is a big difference between being young and being old.
When you are young, you enjoy having a lot of fun.
When you are old, you enjoy remembering all the fun you had when you were young.
The best thing about being old and remembering those good times is that you can exaggerate about how good they really were. Even when you go overboard with friends who shared the same fun, they stick with you.
Whether it’s due to the lack of memory or just wanting to enjoy the fun to the fullest, I really don’t know.
As my friends and I talked about the good old days, I noticed that they had wrinkles on their faces. I didn’t say anything at the time, but they sure seemed old to me. Also, he didn’t quite remember how gray his hair was when we were young.
When I was young and had so much fun, I never thought about how young I was or that I was getting older. My whole focus was on the fun element in life and I thought that would help me for the rest of my life.
I remember my twentieth birthday very well. I was celebrating coming out of those teenage years and becoming an adult. For some reason, I thought you became an adult at 20. I didn’t know that it takes many years to become an adult and some really don’t. I just assume that the older you are, the more fun you can have. Boy, was I ever surprised!
Celebrating the good times is quite extraordinary. Because in all of this, I noticed that my friends were getting old. One of my friends repeated a story three times and, in order not to embarrass him, I laughed all three times.
After the meeting and driving home, I started thinking about myself. Am I as old as they seem?
I was afraid to look in the mirror when I got home because I didn’t know who would be looking at me. Whoever invented mirrors should be shot and sent to the moon. A mirror never tells you the correct story and never tells you how old you really are. It just makes a face at you.
My friends may be getting old, but I have put my foot down and refused to get old.
A friend was using a cane and I didn’t have the heart to ask him why he was using a cane. He was limping and I’m not sure if he got hurt or if he was just getting too old to walk on his own.
I must admit that there are some days when I feel old, whatever that means. Some days I am a little slower than the day before. In general, I am not as old as some of my friends seem.
There is an old saying that you are as old as you feel, and I’m not sure what it feels like to be old. I’d like to ask my wife, but you know what trouble she would be in then!
I enjoyed my visit with those friends, but it made me think of things I had never thought of before. Someone said 70 is the new 20. I’ll keep that in mind when I hit that magic mark called 70.
When I got home, I shared some of my thoughts with the kind teacher from the parsonage, who listened to me very patiently. I went on and on talking about the age of my friends.
When I leaned back in my chair and took a sip of coffee, she looked at me and said something that surprised me quite a bit. “I wonder,” she said thoughtfully, “if your friends are saying the same about you.”
That was a safe thought plug. What if they were? What if it looks old to you?
Is getting old really so bad? I thought about that for a moment and then realized that if you stop aging, you are dead.
“I was young,” said David thoughtfully, “and now I am old; but I have not seen a righteous man forsaken, nor his offspring begging for bread” (Psalm 37:25).
The one I like is: “They will still bear fruit in old age; they will be fat and flourishing” (Psalm 92:14). This one fits me into a T.
Not only are my friends getting older, but I’m getting older and my goal is to get as old as possible.
