As I was talking to a friend, she let me know how bored she was. She is only a couple of years younger than I am. She lives with a male friend, yes, only a friend, they live at different sides of the house and share the kitchen. She has children and grandchildren, but she feels like she lives alone.
I love to walk my neighborhood, and see all the elderly people sitting on their front porches. They wave hello and are so eager to talk to anyone who will listen. One of my neighbors invited me inside her home. It looked like something out of a magazine. Nothing was out of place and fragile pieces were out and about the room. I was afraid to touch or even sit down anywhere.
As we talked, I asked her about her grandchildren. She told me she doesn’t see them too often. But with the next breath she also told me that they are not allowed into most of the rooms of the house because they may break something.
My husband was sitting on the couch watching TV a couple of weeks ago, and I asked him to go out with me for a walk. Of course, he said no. I asked him to go out on a bike ride. He refused that offer also. Then out of the clear blue sky he told me he was bored, so bored, he was bored with himself and just didn’t feel like doing anything.
Maybe getting old gracefully, is to not get bored. To enjoy life. To take each day as a special day. To remember that life is a gift and we are not guaranteed tomorrow. So instead of sitting in front of the TV all day, go out and enjoy this life God has given you. Maybe not make your house so intact that you are afraid that someone will break something but make your house homey and enjoyable.
Enjoy your family or friends, because the older we get the closer we are to dying. So let’s go with a boom, and enjoy what life we have left.
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