It has been a year today since I posted in the blog - so much has happened… too much to even summarize. I felt I could not let another day go by without sharing - so here are my thoughts on this 25th day of July 2014….
Why is OLD a dirty word?
These lines, these dark circles, these dimples in my flesh – each has a story
You don’t offend me when you say I am old
Old is a privilege denied to many
The fact that I am here breathing almost 6 feet above ground is its own story
I made it
I lived to tell you how I made it this far
Pick a line on my face and I will tell you its story.
Old is a compliment and I thank you…
I wish for you to have the same chance at getting here
Old is knowing that none of the stuff matters
Only the people and the places, the love and the experiences that transpired - that is what matters
You will not take your dying breath hoping to hold your smartphone one more time
You will long for the kisses of your Mother or your Lover
For arms wrapped around you…
To breath the ocean or forest air
Yes I am old. Old, but not so wise
But I am here and that is enough.
© MELODY FOWLER July 25, 2014