Aging

As we age and slowly watch the passing of those before us, the frailty of life becomes more and more apparent. When I was young, I thought of life in an immortal sense. There was no end to time. I would not age, I would not die. I would live to be 100 and I would be as I was then - young, agile, lucid. I could not wait to be 6 ... 12 ... 16 ... 18 ... 21. There were always goals to be reached through age - a magical moment of passage to another stage in life. Somewhere over time that magic has changed. That illusion that was formed in childhood has taken other forms and the stages are blurring. The goals are not as clear and we are not as excited to reach a specific age ... or are we? To reach 90 ... 100 with my mind and body in tact? Now that would be truly something to celebrate!