“The only difference between a young person at the height of their exuberance and a very old person who is frail and physically wasted is time” John O’ Donohue, the Irish poet, philosopher, priest, who died way too young in his early fifties.
It is so true. I am the same person I was at 25 or 35 or 55. It’s still me. I can enjoy the richness of life despite my 77th birthday in a few months.
To those concerned with getting old and youthification, I find much of value in being an elder. There is a sweet depth that is hard to describe.
I am closer to my tears and laughter, which amplifies the beauty of my days. Thank God for immense favors, including the gift of reaching my mid-seventies.
Pilgrim on a Long, Long Journey 