Older Better Wiser
I like that the older you get the less you have to work at getting every other man and his dog to appreciate that fact. It’s like the imperceptible manner in which seasons change their leaves, over time we know it will happen and therefore we are less likely to stand in its way when it does.
It’s because we know, there’s less of a reason to stand so rigidly on guard. We make friends with the guards and them with us. I love that the addition of another year allows us to pass through areas that once upon a time required us to give a full explanation of our actions.
Older, its seems gives us permission to simply nod in the general direction (of nobody and everybody in particular) in order to pass by that way. Some notice and some even make a point of committing our movements to memory but for the most part we are free to come and go as we please, when we please. I like that part best.
No mandatory signed notes from our parents required. No curfews. No pre-planned excuses just in case. Absolutely nothing. Nada. It’s liberating. There’s one thing though, I wish it didn’t take so long to get to this stage in your life.
An easier passage through might have shaken the tree less, but then, I’d have forfeit that much lauded, much celebrated “road less travelled” wouldn’t I. Would it have mattered? Who knows? And who but me might have cared? Older feels better, so here’s the rub, is it really?
