“Once a young being asked me what it was like to be old. I was a little confused because I don’t consider myself old. Seeing my reaction, the creature was terribly embarrassed, but I said the question is interesting, I’ll think it over and report my conclusions.
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Age, I decided, is a gift. Today, perhaps, for the first time in my life, I became the person I’ve always wanted to be. No, it’s not about my body, of course! Sometimes this body makes me despair – wrinkles, eye bags, skin spots, saggy butt. I am often shocked by the old woman who has settled in my mirror – but I don’t bother for long. I would never trade my amazing friends,my amazing life,my lovely family for less gray hair and a flat tummy.
As i get older, i become kinder to myself, less judgmental. I’ve become my own boyfriend. I’m not fighting that I ate too many cookies, that I didn’t make my bed, that I bought that stupid cement lizard that I don’t need at all, but adds such avant-garde touch to my garden.
I witnessed how many – too many – dear friends left this world too soon, they did not yet understand, did not experience the great freedom that old age gives.
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Who cares if I read until four in the morning and sleep until noon? Dancing with myself, listening to beautiful 50s melodies, and if I ever feel like crying over a deceased love, I will. I’ll walk along the beach in a swimsuit, barely holding my dull body if I want, I’ll plunge into the ocean wave, despite the pitiful looks of young beings dressed (undressed? ) in a bikini. They are getting old too. I am forgetful sometimes this is true. However, not everything in life is worth remembering – but I remember the important.
For sure I’ve had my heart broken more than once over the years. How does your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or a child suffers, or even a dog you love gets hit by a car? But heartbreaks are the source of our strength, our understanding, our compassion. A heart that has never been broken is sterile and pure; it will never know the joy of imperfection. Fate blessed me by letting me live with gray hair until my youthful laughter was forever imprinted into the deep pores of my face. After all, how many people never laughed, how many died before the frost could cover their hair?
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I can say no with all honesty. I can say yes in all honesty. As you get older it gets easier to be honest. Care less about what others think of you. I no longer doubt myself. I have even earned the right to be wrong.
So to answer your question, I can say: I LIKE BEING OLD.
Old age has set me free. I like the person I have become. I won’t live forever but as long as I’m here I won’t waste my time worrying about what could’ve happened but didn’t, I won’t worry about what can happen again. And I will eat candy three times a day. “
(Phyllis Schlossberg in a letter to Vladimir Pozner)

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