Growing Older

Growing older doesn’t bother me a lot.  But it bothers others.  And after talking to my husband last night, I can’t stop to wonder why?

Why do we grow old?  Why do we have to reach a certain peak and then spend decades more declining?  We start declining before we’re even half way with our life expectancy.  That is a little sad, isn’t it?  Now, to be fair.  I don’t actually care that it is that way.  There are more important things out there to occupy my mind with.  But I am still wondering if there is a reason for aging?  Or is it just another one of those jokes mother nature plays on us, you know... getting us back for polluting or something similarly sinister?

I joke about the tons of grey hair I have.  My husband doesn’t seem to think it is a laughing matter.  I am out of shape and know I can get back in shape.  It isn’t too late.  He seems to think that our age is going to make it so difficult it is worth getting depressed over.  I know it’s difficult, but why is it such a big deal?

The way I see it is that we seem to become wiser and more stable with age.  People are generally becoming more pleasant human beings.  Have you been around teenagers lately?  Not my idea of the kind of person I want to be for the rest of my 50 or so years on this planet.  

Give me a failing body and ever increasing depth of personality any day.

Then again, I'm only 30.  We'll talk again in 10 years or so.