By Theresa
While vacationing in San Francisco recently, my husband and I spent a relaxing afternoon walking along a quiet beach and exploring a cave. While we enjoyed our little picnic, we noticed three giddy teenage girls giggling, running around, and splashing in the water—seemingly without a care in the world. We envied their youthfulness, their energy, and their care-free attitudes. In comparison, we felt…old.
By Theresa
Have you ever met someone who could be described as simply old? I don’t mean literally old because I know one particularly wild, mountain-climbing, sky-diving, motorcycle-riding seventy year old. By old I mean someone who acts old, like they’ve had the zest sucked out of their relatively young body.
This type of oldie is a lot of things, but fun is not one of them. He or she is rather uptight with no sense of humour, bland, and all together as adventurous as apple pie. Everything about the old-before-its-expiry-date person screams “elderly” from their carefully coiffed ‘do to their sensible loafers.
How did a once cute bubbly baby grow up to be such a lame adult? I think a miniscule number of people are actually born “old.” The rest just perhaps have become downtrodden and beaten by life’s disappointments, burdens, and obligations. Let’s face it—paying down a mortgage, raising kids, and perhaps spending your day doing a job you don’t like but pays the bills can take a toll on anybody.
