I found this one on Facebook today, along with another one saying "It's Meme Day". Reason I copied it and put it into this posting is simple.
The other day I was doing one of my morning doggy-walks when I almost stumbled over a tree root sticking up from the rather uneven trail.
Just a week ago I was traversing our local golf course. Dixie was in the lead, when I got a phone message. Looking at the damn thing I walked on, which of course, I shouldn't have done, as I came to step on an icy patch and flopped straight down. I landed on my left side, phone in hand. During the seconds down I looked for Dixie. She was a 100ft ahead, had stopped and turned to look at what Dad was doing there on the ground.
That's when my thinking kicked in. I came to reflect over that a simple root stumble and me stepping on an icy patch wasn't anything that used to happen in my younger days. And by that I mean that my general feel of maintaining balance and watching out for hinders on my way was a tad more pronounced.
At soon to be 68 I come to the realisation that I am getting more and more aware of my progressing age. Did I ever think about the years racing by when I was 25 or 35? I didn't even think about it when 45yrs. old. The question here is whether the growing years can lead to wisdom or whether it is just the beginning of the end without any further reflections.
What ever it might be - we grow old too soon and getting wise too late.