According to me, the only change necessary there is turning the word "man" into "human." I went to a dear friend's 70th birthday party last night, and everybody knew not to speak, write or even think the number 70. It was a great party, number, schmumber...good on her.
What's interesting to me about aging is we are all aware with each birthday that we are indeed growing older. Depending on our own character development, we either resist it or it simply is, without thought. After the teens, I've never known anyone who truly welcomed aging...maybe I should say, "anyone who wasn't suffering a fatal illness," but that's another story.
I'm a "without thought" person...I have never resisted my age, have and do always openly admit it...let's face it, without cosmetic surgery our face gives us away. But even being a without thought person, I was still completely floored the day I turned 60...I all but woke up saying, "How did this happen so fast?" Of course I knew how it happened...but so FAST?
It is only through the years that I've been able to get a glimmer of understanding of the spiritual teaching that there is no such thing as time in the fourth dimension...in God's world.
I am reminded of my first actual experience in learning the difference between my time and God's time...it was 1972 and I was a relatively new member of a spiritually based fellowship. I was sharing with a friend (whining to a friend is more like it) that in 1968, I'd gone to a nearby church every day for 40 days, praying...for what I did not know. I just knew I needed God's help. I did not get it.
My friend responded, "Sure you got it...you're here, aren't you?"
I was all, "What, four years after the fact?!"
He went on to explain that we're not on God's timetable, because God has no timetable. We get to change our minds about time itself...which began the turn in my thinking about time.
There have been many same-such examples in my life over the years. It simply takes time to learn the rest of the story, for the circle to be completed, for understanding...the understanding that our life happened exactly as it needed to happen. Mistakes, missed opportunities and the like, over which we'd lamented in regret, were God's gifts that we did or we could have grown from.
Understanding...the priceless gift of aging.
Thank You.
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