Tag: old age

A lot of people don’t like to talk about aging and particularly the way it ends in death. I view aging as an arc, a beautiful rainbow (sometimes double, if I’m lucky), from horizon to horizon, a full arc across the sky, bringing beauty and hope.

My old landmarks are fading, the people who built them disappearing. That happens to all of us as we age. I have known this intuitively. But now I am experiencing it. And it is unsettling.

It is as it should be that none of us is born knowing the story ahead of time.