I admit I’m not exactly the most mature adult, I’ve never acted my age. But then, who does? It would appear more so these days that the elder generation like and share so much that belongs to the younger generation. Oldies copying the trends of the younger ones. You’ve only got to look at the dress sense of some adults to realise they are hanging onto their youth – sometimes desperately!
If I didn’t know my real age, I would say I’m in my thirties. My brain makes me feel like that. The only thing that stops me being that age is the sad fact that on my next birthday my body will be sixty. Holy smoke – a wrinkly. Sixty years old. A century ago, I would be considered as being in my last years of life on earth. Yet here I am thinking I’m going to live forever and certainly not contemplating meeting my maker for a few years yet.
That’s the challenge we all face as our body’s age – our brains don’t. In fact to a greater degree, our brains become armed with wisdom, knowledge and experience allowing us a better judgement of life in general. The only clues I personally get from my brain becoming older is that these days I forget things all too easily. Oh, and I muddle words up a lot. Oh and I call people by the wrong names. Oh and I sometimes get a bit grumpy – not much! Other than those few things, my brain feels young and ageless.
An aged family relative recently told me that though his body was closing in on a century, his brain still felt young. This is something that the younger generation would do well to remember. Though their granny and granddad may look and be old, they are often quite capable of outsmarting them. Us wrinklies may not have the fit lean bodies of the youth, but our brains often hold more answers and a life of experience we can tap into.
The problem we often have when we reach the later years is that our brains haven’t aged at the same rate as the body. This leads to frustration when we try to do things that our body just can’t do any more. We are forced to grunt or groan when we tie our shoelaces. Personally, when I’ve gone down to tie mine, I tend to look around while there to see if there’s anything else I can do while I’m down! I sigh when I flop into the sofa. I snore a lot more and I sit down to use the toilet (aim issues!).
I keep my brain young by playing with my technological toys, my writing, my photography hobby, my drone flying, my reading and my afternoon nap when I can have one. I’ve tried exercising the body, but it just doesn’t want to so I don’t argue with it. No pain, no pain.
So will I grow old gracefully? Not very likely. I still chase my partner around the bedroom – though slower these days. I still get into trouble for buying sweets. I still make stupid jokes at inappropriate times. I still need to be told to put my clothes away and often told to put some on! Nope, I ain’t ready to be graceful, nor ever likely to be. So long as my brain is like it is, the gap between it and my body will be ever increasing. ♥