|You are old when your memories are no longer bridges but boulders that obstruct your present journey.|
When your life has more memories than ambition, consider yourself old. When all you have to talk about is how you did this in the past or how you did that in the past, how you were amazing a decade ago or how you were so incredible back then. When you no longer live your present or look up to your future, when all you do is reknit the same stories in the present using yarn of the past, you are old. An unfailing sign of the one who feels old within is they mostly talk about their past.
Old age is inevitable for all blessed with a normal lifespan. When anything is inevitable, it means you only have two choices: first, handle it with grace and gratitude or second, deny it with griping and whining. Old age is like the Friday afternoon at work — it gets quiet, it slows down before the weekend break. And what is death? Well, death is the weekend. Consciousness moves on. If you believe in soul or rebirth, a new birth awaits you. If you believe in heaven or hell, who knows you may just live a life of your dreams in one of those places. If you don't believe in anything, well then, hopefully you know your own answer.
A priest went to a rich man's funeral. The deceased was his friend and a hardcore atheist who vehemently refuted any notion of God, heaven or hell. It was an elaborate funeral. He approached the coffin. It was made from exquisite teakwood, soft satin lining inside, the body was clad in handcrafted silken robe.
"Oh what a shame," exclaimed the priest, "all dressed up and nowhere to go!"
Personally, if you ask me, I am at perfect ease with any of your belief. Whatever gives you inner strength and gives you a sense of peace, adopt that belief. After all, these all are theories anyway, some more convincing than others. That's all. They are not capable of manifesting the truth for you. At the most, they give you an intellectual choice, a way of living.
The quality of your breath, the basis of your life, does not deteriorate till the last moment. So, you may as well enjoy the various seasons of life. What others think of you is their problem. Deep within you know yourself better than anyone else. The world, society will try their best to make you feel old. Why, even parents, elders, teachers keep telling you to grow up or that you are grown up now. They are not doing it intentionally, they just don't know any better. Often. Have no grudges against them, just learn to increase the volume of your inner voice. It will guide you and help you decide your course of action. One day when Mulla Nasrudin of age ninety decided to marry a girl who was only eighteen, his sons, grandchildren and great grandchildren were appalled.
"What are you doing, father?" the son said, "Fatima's only eighteen!"
"So what? Even your mother was eighteen when I first married her."
"You don't get it, do you? Let me be straight up with you; copulation at this age? It may result in someone's death! I'm warning you."
"Aah...don't get all worked up like your mother used to, you stress-head! Don't worry, if Fatima dies, I'll marry another one!" Mulla said.
I am not saying you kill reason and sense; just don't let anyone ever dictate the way you feel about yourself. No teacher, no preacher, no religion, no authority, no partner. The legal system, your faith and those around you may give you a framework of living, but you alone should set your rules of life. When distant memories become obstacles in covering the distance of your present journey, take charge of your life, your present, and start living! With compassion for others and yourself, make the most of every moment.
Childhood does not last forever. Youth is not permanent, and old age will end too. Nothing is worth clinging onto. These are fleeting seasons. Live, love, laugh, give while you have. Do so in such a manner that you fall in love with the person you see in the mirror, in a way so there is no burden on your conscience when you put your head down on the pillow.
|What I longed for will be set aside|
The things I pursued in vain —
Let them pass
Let me turn
To things I overlookedAnd carelessly threw away
To possess them truly until they are mine.
(Tagore, Rabindranath. The Stars Look On.)
Be yourself. Love yourself. Know yourself. You will find yourself beyond age.
(Image credit: Paul Weber)Peace.
Note: Many have been asking me to record a discourse on meditation in English. Here it is! More to come.