Down Hill

There comes a point in every person's life when one's mind and body start to break down. Let me ask this question, have you ever walked into an area of your house or workplace and totally forgot why you were there in the first place? It's just one of the signs of things to come as one gets older. It's simply unavoidable as time passes by in a seemingly slow, but yet fast pace. We've all stopped dead in our tracks, so to speak, and simply asked ourselves where has the time gone? With time, comes change; for the changes we all go through as we get older can have a person either denying that it's going to happen to that person or accepting and welcoming it in with open arms.

In a way, getting older can absolutely hit a person without any warning. It can somewhat be considered like a well trained sniper concealed out of sight, who is about to hit his or her target. If you think about it, the one part of the body that after being hit and is never the same again is one's back. I don't know about women, but for guys it's the second sign that old age is upon us; the first sign being memory loss. Working at a Youth Center, a person's back will be greatly affected as kids will jump on you constantly. As with one's memory, trying to remember names with faces has been at times daunting; and the best solution, in my opinion, is to call every kid dude or dudette.

Think about this, as young kids we couldn't wait to reach two fairly important stages in our lives. The first stage is the teen years which can signify big things such as learning to drive, then entering high school, and ultimately graduating. The second stage is reaching that ever so popular age of twenty one; but as soon as you reach it, you realize it's really nothing to jump up and down about and nothing hasn't really changed except one's expectations. Yet there is a thrid stage, which kids never thought one would actually see coming and that is turning thirty and I am about 3 years away from it. It's an somewhat exciting but somewhat depressing thought indeed.

In any case, the saying "I'm not as young as I used to be" hold true, as I find myself not being able to stay up past midnight anymore. More and more, I hear my bones crackling and certain bones that haven't healed due to a particular injury have now aided me in determining what the weather is like. It's somewhat of a trade-off as a person loses something, but yet gains something in return. For me, the old dude. has now settled in and made himself comfortable. For he is no longer a simple guest, he's now a permanent resident. The gray hairs have already showed up, which shows that with age comes wisdom; and the wisdome that I have shared has hopefully helped you in a way.

Charles Dickens once said, ~Father Time is not always a hard parent, and, though he tarries for none of his children, often lays his hand lightly upon those who have used him well; making them old men and women inexorably enough, but leaving their hearts and spirits young and in full vigour. With such people the grey head is but the impression of the old fellow's hand in giving them his blessing, and every wrinkle but a notch in the quiet calendar of a well-spent life. ~ In retrospect, I may not live to the ripe old age of one hundred as my fictious star wars name sake Yoda, but sure as heck going to try. In how ever long I live, I don't considered it an ending and all going down hill, as a matter of fact, this is just the beginning of my journey.