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Old Age
Richard Blandford
Old age lies on all our horizons. A whole life can be filled with the ways we’ve devised not to think about it, properly. The first step - a pension plan can worry on your behalf, as long as the payments are maintained. Now, look after the body well, the skin, the joints, the teeth and the rest. Disguise all signs of decay, so as to avoid offence. Remember, family is insurance. Covers, with certain conditions, loneliness, pointlessness, and hopelessness. At the very least, take care to breed, and grow your own future carers. All of these have been proven to work well, and can decrease the terror that old age can generate by up to 65%.
Except the questions keep on coming. What pile shall be larger, the golden memories or regrets? Shall the missed opportunities of today loom larger in my mind, when there are no more chances left? And will I still feel joy when I know death is so near?
Death, the elephant in the room. So, who will go first, my love or I? Will they be able to carry on, when I’m gone? And what about love itself, does that change when the body starts to fail, and beauty is a memory transposed onto an aged face?
Perhaps it’s all easier than we think. If its true that with age comes wisdom, then the fears shall fade, leaving acceptance of what was and what is. Resigned. Contented? It’s a possibility.
Old age lies on all our horizons. Some day, it will be high overhead.
Richard Blandford
Old age lies on all our horizons. A whole life can be filled with the ways we’ve devised not to think about it, properly. The first step - a pension plan can worry on your behalf, as long as the payments are maintained. Now, look after the body well, the skin, the joints, the teeth and the rest. Disguise all signs of decay, so as to avoid offence. Remember, family is insurance. Covers, with certain conditions, loneliness, pointlessness, and hopelessness. At the very least, take care to breed, and grow your own future carers. All of these have been proven to work well, and can decrease the terror that old age can generate by up to 65%.
Except the questions keep on coming. What pile shall be larger, the golden memories or regrets? Shall the missed opportunities of today loom larger in my mind, when there are no more chances left? And will I still feel joy when I know death is so near?
Death, the elephant in the room. So, who will go first, my love or I? Will they be able to carry on, when I’m gone? And what about love itself, does that change when the body starts to fail, and beauty is a memory transposed onto an aged face?
Perhaps it’s all easier than we think. If its true that with age comes wisdom, then the fears shall fade, leaving acceptance of what was and what is. Resigned. Contented? It’s a possibility.
Old age lies on all our horizons. Some day, it will be high overhead.
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