Longevity

Looking ahead…

Pilgrim on a Long, Long Journey

One of the occasional mysteries of life is longevity. Genes you say. My mother lived several years longer than both of her siblings. Good healthcare you say? At one point and it may still be true, the oldest person on earth was a Holocaust survivor.

The bell shaped curve has these tiny ends on the bell, the exceptions to the rule. Your doc says you have a 90 % chance of survival. But if you are on the end of the bell and don’t survive the illness, your chances were 0 %.

Death is a horrible thing. Even if one follows every bit of scientific prevention to this point, 40 % of the world’s cancer is of completely unknown origin.

That same scientific method has demonstrated the effectiveness of prayer. Perhaps that is an alternative the non-prayerful should consider. May God bless you every one.

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Youth, Yore and Yearning

“When I can look life in the eyes, grown calm and very coldly wise, life will have given me the truth, and taken in exchange – my youth.” Sarah Teasdale Pulitzer Prize-winning, 20th-century American poet.

Yes. Many of us are older but wiser. What about Williams’ Sweet Bird of Youth? What have we lost?

It just doesn’t feel the same awakening in the morning. I just don’t spring from the mattress. It’s a process, not a single act.

Youth meant running, smoothly responding to a well-hit tennis ball, and, even, now and then, hitting a backhand down the line with margin at full tilt. I can only find that joy again in my mind’s eye.

As much as I enjoy the peace and calm of retirement, there are days I miss the swift, noisy days of yore. Yes “yore.” That’s a time long, long ago.