I was talking to an old man a few days ago. Actually, he wasn’t all that old, maybe in his 70’s, but he was complaining about the negative effects of growing old. I had other things that I would rather be doing, but I stood and listened to him anyway.
He said, “My body has betrayed me. It refuses to do all the things it used to do. How did this happen?”
Being a would-be counselor-to-the-world, I tried one of the quotes I had heard so often. I said, “You know, age is just a state of mind.”
“BULL SHIT,” he exclaimed. “Old age is damn hard! I doesn’t matter what my mind says, my body still says I’m old. My hair has turned white, and a lot of it has fallen out. My get up and go, has got up and gone. Getting old is not for sissies.”
Again, I tried to comfort him by saying, “Your age is just the number of years the world has been able to enjoy your presence.” He repeated his previous exclamation.
He went on to explain to me all the unwanted symptoms of old age. He included things like loss of memory, loss of flexibility, and partial loss of vision. He talked about how he wished his body could bounce back from injury and strain the way it used to do.
“My blood pressure is up, my libido is down. My skin is sagging, my ass is dragging. People say I don’t look my age, my body says ‘No matter what they say, I still feel every year.’ ”
One more time, I tried to make him feel better by saying, “Don’t worry about growing old, it’s not a privilege offered to everyone.” (I really hate cliches.)
“Privilege, my ass! From where I stand it doesn’t seem like much of a privilege to me. So many things have slowed down – my reflexes, my gait, my metabolism. I’m less tolerant and less agile. My joints ache, my belly pooches, and I grow hair on my ears.”
“Gosh, I’m sorry you’re so miserable,” I sympathized, “You just need to hang in there.”
“Oh, don’t get me wrong, I’m not miserable. I’m married to my best friend in the world, I have no financial worries, my health is good, and I still have all my teeth. All in all, my life is great. I just don’t like being old.”
We should all be so lucky.
Waking of the Bear 
When we are young we rant and rave in a fruitless effort to change the minds of other to think and believe as do we. After all, we are wise. One of the many gifts of the years of time (often referred to as aging) is to recognize we may only suggest. But because sagacity is a gift, it is ours to accept or ignore. To ignore is to continue the rant and rave.
I think sometimes ranting and raving are a good way to get it out of your system and move on. Too bad all of us don’t benefit from sagacity. Thanks for the comment.
But why does it have to start so early?????
Depends on your definition of early.
Yes, we should be so lucky, Troy. Aging, because it can’t be reversed, does seem to put the lie to all the cliches we use to comfort one another. There’s no going back to what we were physically, and that’s sad, but I like the person I am now better than at any other age, and that’s a good thing.
That is a very good thing. Thanks for the comment.