Well I'm now 57. For as long as I can remember I could look in the mirror and see a little boy looking back at me. Now I see a middle aged man looking back at me with lots of lines in my face and silver in my hair.
I do sense the existence of that little boy. He now inhabits my soul and not my body. He is my muse that fills me with awe and wonder of the world around me.
He is still excited about what each day will bring and full of hope for the future. He reminds me to smile, laugh and play...to enjoy the gift of life, family and friends.
He tells me to follow my heart each and every day . He reminds me all the time not to take myself and life so seriously and most importantly to not act my age.
Every man my age and older still has a little boy inside his soul telling him to have fun and to keep exploring life. The difference is that some believe the lie that we should act our age and they choose to stop listening to the voice of the little boy and can only see the aging body in the mirror.
I will ignore the image in the mirror and resist the pressure my body places on me to act my age. I will continue to fantasize about being batman and acting stupid.
If I start acting my age I have lots of grandkids that still see me as a little boy...asking me to wear my batman suit or play ball or games with them just like a little boy.
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