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Sammie0627's avatar

I love this Veronica. We have similarities in I too couldn’t wait to grow old enough to leave home and grow up. I have said when I began life on my own I wasn’t on an even level with most. I was far in the red like minus 100. I was so unprepared for life. I focused on being better than myself at that current stage. I wanted a better vocabulary, math skills, grammar skills. I wanted to learn everything and thought only had limited time. I have always practiced using my left hand because I’m right handed and often closed my eyes and spent a day as if I was blind to develop more skills. I had to do everything as my best self, wrapping gifts, cleaning, cooking, ironing and so many things that didn’t actually matter except to me.

I have always believed we don’t have to be old only long lived. I’m 74 and most days I don’t feel old but of course I am in an old body but I still do most anything I want. I exercise while I clean and use my left hand often and still close my eyes and practice functioning blind. I study everyday and not easy things. I’ve tackled quantum and still working hard on that. I was an OR nurse and 2020 motivated me to catch up and exceed medical knowledge which is finally changing behind the scenes. I spent many hours daily attending online classes in everything health related.

I have learned to embrace each stage of life. Just as a toddler develops into a school age person and then into a teen then adult, we keep growing in reasonable cycles. I firmly believe in the 7 year cycles where our body gets a bit of a reset, that never ends as long as you have your mind. Awareness and consciousness allow us to continue to understand more and more. I like old age much better than 12-40 age. It’s too bad more people don’t realize we never stop Growing up. I wish more understood how fabulous it is to begin to understand more about the world, universe and how things really work, why we’re here and how to be more helpful to the collective. I have always believed anything conceivable is possible if you have the determination and willingness to use all that we are. Our imagination is a powerful tool to become more than a physical being. We have much more to learn and I won’t stop until I’m gone from here. Where ever I go from here I’m sure I’ll always be The Same energetic being I am here. It’s my blueprint.

Thanks for your beautiful writing and words that inspire me to comment and realize how amazing life is. You’re special.

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Philip Harris's avatar

Only Part One! Great! 😊👍Thanks everybody.

I was earlier... early enough to be born in an air raid... but somehow, I landed in yet another country... under a different moon, a different spell. Here was different direction, a golden age beckoned from a long past. But with modern upbringing although we do not start that way, we are inevitably going to meet Janus. I guess he is very old. I made a head-on choice; ‘science’, I had to go there, even if I truly did not forget who and where I was. Even then I glimpsed this seeming ‘choice’ is much more profound than ‘arts / sciences’ or ‘religious / atheist’ etc dualities.

Of course, trouble and troubled memory were also on-board for the ride.

Much later via friendship I met the 'New Age, a bid for an alternative future, and as a result was fortunate one singular memorable day to find me already across 'The Vale of Forgetting', as it was exasperatedly called by the man “…we would have consciously crossed if we were doing a proper pilgrimage", as we sat in the hollow cairn eating our sandwiches. Astonished, I realised I had crossed over minutes before. I won't go into details, remarkably co-incidental though they were, but I was to realise that although memory is retained, it can change its relationship if, to quote the man again, "it is not needed on the pilgrimage". (In extreme cases if I have learned aright, I would advise some memories are best left at the graveside). I guess that while this ‘crossing’ can go two or more ways, for me the benign 'older’ sensibilities that had been my inheritance were able to live better... grow more like grass and soil. I was never New Age even though my weakness for books had me chasing the shelves for a while, but I remember I had friends. They have mostly gone on now. 😊

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