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2024-08-28

ðŸŒđ Aging with an Attitude

6 THINGS YOU SHOULD NEVER TELL PEOPLE



1. Don't tell people your plans. They will sabotage you.
1. āļ­āļĒ่āļēāļšāļ­āļāļ„āļ™āļ­ื่āļ™āļ–ึāļ‡āđāļœāļ™āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ„ุāļ“ āļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļēāļˆāļ°āļ—āļģāļĨāļēāļĒāļ„ุāļ“

2. Don't tell people your weakness. They will use them against you.
2. āļ­āļĒ่āļēāļšāļ­āļāļ„āļ™āļ­ื่āļ™āļ–ึāļ‡āļˆุāļ”āļ­่āļ­āļ™āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ„ุāļ“ āļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļēāļˆāļ°āđƒāļŠ้āļˆุāļ”āļ­่āļ­āļ™āđ€āļŦāļĨ่āļēāļ™ั้āļ™āļĄāļēāđ€āļĨ่āļ™āļ‡āļēāļ™āļ„ุāļ“


3. Don't tell people your failures. They will always see you as a failure and never give you the opportunity.
3. āļ­āļĒ่āļēāļšāļ­āļāļ„āļ™āļ­ื่āļ™āļ–ึāļ‡āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļĨ้āļĄāđ€āļŦāļĨāļ§āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ„ุāļ“ āļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļēāļˆāļ°āļĄāļ­āļ‡āļ§่āļēāļ„ุāļ“āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļ„āļ™āļĨ้āļĄāđ€āļŦāļĨāļ§āđ€āļŠāļĄāļ­āđāļĨāļ°āđ„āļĄ่āđ€āļ„āļĒāđƒāļŦ้āđ‚āļ­āļāļēāļŠāļ„ุāļ“āđ€āļĨāļĒ

4. Don't tell people your next big move. Move in silence, Take action , and shock them with your results.
4. āļ­āļĒ่āļēāļšāļ­āļāļ„āļ™āļ­ื่āļ™āļ–ึāļ‡āļāļēāļĢāđ€āļ„āļĨื่āļ­āļ™āđ„āļŦāļ§āļ„āļĢั้āļ‡āļ•่āļ­āđ„āļ›āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ„ุāļ“ āļˆāļ‡āļ—āļģāļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ‡āđ€āļ‡ีāļĒāļšāđ† āļĨāļ‡āļĄืāļ­āļ—āļģ āđāļĨāļ°āļŠāļĢ้āļēāļ‡āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļ•āļāļ•āļ°āļĨึāļ‡āđƒāļŦ้āļัāļšāļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļēāļ”้āļ§āļĒāļœāļĨāļĨัāļžāļ˜์āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ„ุāļ“


5. Don't tell people your secrets. Only a fool reveals secrets.
5. āļ­āļĒ่āļēāļšāļ­āļāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļĨัāļšāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ„ุāļ“āđƒāļŦ้āļ„āļ™āļ­ื่āļ™āļĢู้ āļĄีāđāļ•่āļ„āļ™āđ‚āļ‡่āđ€āļ—่āļēāļ™ั้āļ™āļ—ี่āđ€āļ›ิāļ”āđ€āļœāļĒāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļĨัāļš


6. Don't tell people your income or the source of your income. Always make them wonder.
6. āļ­āļĒ่āļēāļšāļ­āļāļ„āļ™āļ­ื่āļ™āļ–ึāļ‡āļĢāļēāļĒāđ„āļ”้āļŦāļĢืāļ­āđāļŦāļĨ่āļ‡āļ—ี่āļĄāļēāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļĢāļēāļĒāđ„āļ”้āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ„ุāļ“ āļ—āļģāđƒāļŦ้āļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļēāļŠāļ‡āļŠัāļĒāļ­āļĒู่āđ€āļŠāļĄāļ­


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These things are true. Never trust anyone completely. There are very few exceptions.The works of the world are evil. Colloquially, (Satan) is the human mind, and on account of it, this world is on a very slippery slope.

āļŠิ่āļ‡āđ€āļŦāļĨ่āļēāļ™ี้āđ€āļ›็āļ™āđ€āļĢื่āļ­āļ‡āļˆāļĢิāļ‡ āļ­āļĒ่āļēāđ„āļ§้āđƒāļˆāđƒāļ„āļĢāļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ‡āļŠุāļ”āđ‚āļ•่āļ‡ āļĄีāļ‚้āļ­āļĒāļāđ€āļ§้āļ™āđ€āļžีāļĒāļ‡āđ„āļĄ่āļี่āļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ‡āđ€āļ—่āļēāļ™ั้āļ™ āļ‡āļēāļ™āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āđ‚āļĨāļāđ€āļ›็āļ™āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļŠั่āļ§āļĢ้āļēāļĒ āđƒāļ™āļ āļēāļĐāļēāļžูāļ” (āļ‹āļēāļ•āļēāļ™) āļ„ืāļ­āļˆิāļ•āđƒāļˆāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļĄāļ™ุāļĐāļĒ์ āđāļĨāļ°āđ€āļžāļĢāļēāļ°āđ€āļŦāļ•ุāļ™ี้ āđ‚āļĨāļāļˆึāļ‡āļ­āļĒู่āđƒāļ™āļ—āļēāļ‡āļĨāļēāļ”āļŠัāļ™āļĄāļēāļ




I’m 50 and have zero friends. Every time I think I’ve made a new friend, they flake and I get ghosted. How do I make lasting friendships at this age?


My tip to you would be to develop or polish a skill or talent that other people can use or enjoy, and you will have all the so-called friends you can tolerate, and in the process you may uncover a couple that may end up being really “true” friends, that would want to be around you whether you brought anything to the table or not. Be cool with yourself. Wishing you all the best!




āļ­āļēāļĒุ 76 āļ›ี āļ–ืāļ­āļ§่āļēāđāļ่āļĄั้āļĒ?
āļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļ„āļĒāļ„ิāļ”āļ§่āļēāļāļēāļĢāđāļ่āļŠāļĢāļēāļˆāļ°āļ—āļģāđƒāļŦ้āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļŠāļēāļĄāļēāļĢāļ–āļ—āļēāļ‡āļāļēāļĒāļĨāļ”āļĨāļ‡āļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ‡āļ•่āļ­āđ€āļ™ื่āļ­āļ‡ āđāļĨāļ°āļ–้āļēāđ‚āļŠāļ„āļ”ีāļ็āļˆāļ°āļ—āļģāđƒāļŦ้āļˆิāļ•āđƒāļˆāđ€āļŠื่āļ­āļĄāļ–āļ­āļĒāļŠ้āļēāļĨāļ‡ āđāļ•่āļŠāļģāļŦāļĢัāļšāļ‰ัāļ™āđāļĨ้āļ§āđ„āļĄ่āđ€āļ›็āļ™āđ€āļŠ่āļ™āļ™ั้āļ™ āļ•āļ­āļ™āļ™ี้āļ‰ัāļ™āļ­āļēāļĒุ 85 āļ›ี āđāļĨāļ°āđ€āļĄื่āļ­ 18 āđ€āļ”ืāļ­āļ™āļ—ี่āđāļĨ้āļ§ āļ‰ัāļ™āļ็āļĒัāļ‡āđāļ‚็āļ‡āđāļĢāļ‡āļžāļ­āļŠāļĄāļ„āļ§āļĢ āđ€āļĨ่āļ™āļāļ­āļĨ์āļŸ āđ€āļĨ่āļ™āļŸิāļ•āđ€āļ™āļŠ āđ€āļĨ่āļ™āļžิāļĨāļēāļ—ิāļŠ āļ—āļģāļ‡āļēāļ™āļ™āļ­āļāļš้āļēāļ™ āļŊāļĨāļŊ āļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļĨ่āļ™āļŠāļ„āļ§āļ­āļŠāļ„āļĢั้āļ‡āļŠุāļ”āļ—้āļēāļĒāļ•āļ­āļ™āļ­āļēāļĒุ 83 āļ•āļ­āļ™āļ™ี้āļĢู้āļŠึāļāđ€āļŦāļĄืāļ­āļ™āļ•āļāļŦāļ™้āļēāļœāļēāļĄāļēāļāļāļ§่āļēāļˆāļ°āđ€āļŠื่āļ­āļĄāļ–āļ­āļĒāļĨāļ‡āđ€āļĢื่āļ­āļĒāđ† āđ„āļĄ่āļĄีāļžāļĨัāļ‡ āđ„āļĄ่āļĄีāđāļĢāļ‡āļˆูāļ‡āđƒāļˆ āļāļēāļĢāļĨุāļāļˆāļēāļāđ€āļ•ีāļĒāļ‡āđƒāļ™āļ•āļ­āļ™āđ€āļŠ้āļēāļ”ูāđ€āļŦāļĄืāļ­āļ™āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļžāļĒāļēāļĒāļēāļĄāļ—ี่āļĒāļēāļāđāļĨāļ°āđ„āļĢ้āļ›āļĢāļ°āđ‚āļĒāļŠāļ™์ āļŦāļĨัāļ‡āļˆāļēāļāļ•ิāļ”āđ‚āļ„āļ§ิāļ”āļŠāļ­āļ‡āļŠāļēāļĄāļ„āļĢั้āļ‡ āļ‰ัāļ™āļˆึāļ‡āđ„āļ›āļžāļšāđāļžāļ—āļĒ์āļ—ั่āļ§āđ„āļ›āđāļĨāļ°āļ–āļēāļĄāļ§่āļēāļ­āļēāļˆāđ€āļ›็āļ™ "āđ‚āļ„āļ§ิāļ”āļĢāļ°āļĒāļ°āļĒāļēāļ§" āđ„āļ”้āļŦāļĢืāļ­āđ„āļĄ่ āđāļžāļ—āļĒ์āļšāļ­āļāļ§่āļē "āļ­āļēāļˆāđ€āļ›็āļ™āđ„āļ”้āđāļ•่āđ€āļĢāļēāđ„āļĄ่āļŠāļēāļĄāļēāļĢāļ–āļ§ิāļ™ิāļˆāļ‰ัāļĒāđ„āļ”้ āđāļĨāļ°āļŦāļēāļāļ—āļģāđ„āļ”้āļ็āđ„āļĄ่āļŠāļēāļĄāļēāļĢāļ–āļĢัāļāļĐāļēāđ„āļ”้"
āļ‰ัāļ™āļˆึāļ‡āđ€āļŠื่āļ­āđƒāļ™āļ—āļĪāļĐāļŽี "āļĨāļ‡āļˆāļēāļāļŦāļ™้āļēāļœāļē" āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļāļēāļĢāđāļ่āļ•ัāļ§āđāļĨāļ°āļŦāļ§ัāļ‡āļ§่āļēāļˆāļ°āļĨāļ‡āļˆāļ­āļ”āđ‚āļ”āļĒāđ„āļĄ่āđ€āļˆ็āļšāļ›āļ§āļ”

Is 76 years old considered old?
I always thought that ageing would be a steady decline in physical abilities and, if lucky, a slower mental decline. It hasn’t turned out that way for me. I’m 85 now and until 18 months ago, I was fairly fit, golf, gym, pilates, outside work etc. I played my last game of squash when I was 83. Now it feels more like falling off a cliff than gradual decline. No energy, no motivation. Getting out of bed in the mornings seems a difficult and pointless effort. Having had Covid a couple of times I saw my GP and asked if it could be “long Covid”. I was told “Could be but we can’t diagnose it and if we could we can’t treat it”.

So I’ve come to believe in the “off a cliff” theory of ageing and hoping for a painless landing.




Ron Brown
Dec 3
How old would you like to live to?
When I was forty, I would have said I’d like to live till I’m 80.

I’m glad it wasn’t only till then.
I think the real answer is when you no longer can be active or mentally competent, when just surviving becomes too difficult. I remember my older brother saying, “I think it’s time to go.” He had been not been physically active for decades - but was still a sharp, cogent, thinking person (with strong opinions), and enjoyed the life he had. But he also became very aware of his rather sudden cognitive decline, his inability to understand a lot of what was going on around him, and felt entirely dependent on others. And it was only months until he was gone. My late wife was very active in every way when diagnosed with an aggressive brain tumor. She knew it would take her, but that did not keep her from trying to live every bit of her life as best she could.

I’ve been lucky as I’ve said often. I’m active and engaged in life. So how much longer would I like to live? As long as I can continue to be active and engaged in life. If I were to be seriously compromised in some way (or maybe I should say “when”), I may re-evaluate. I think ultimately it might be the mental decline and not the physical that will matter most to me. We shall see.


āļ„ุāļ“āļ­āļĒāļēāļāļĄีāļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļ­āļĒู่āļ–ึāļ‡āļ­āļēāļĒุāđ€āļ—่āļēāđ„āļĢ?
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If you were an 80-year-old person, what would be your daily routine?
I am over 80 and this is what I do every day.

1) Wake up around11:00 A.M.

2) I went to the bathroom, where I relieved myself, combed what little hair I had left, brushed my teeth, and shaved.

3) Then I get dressed.

4)11:30 - 12:00 Go downstairs and eat breakfast.

12:15 - I go upstairs, turn on my computer, and pray that it boots up on the second or third try.

12:30 - Check E-bay and Discogs to see if I sold anything.

12:30- 3:30—If I sell anything, I pack it up and take it to the post office. After that, I check the thrift shops to see if they have any new records. Then, I go home and mark my sales as shipped.

If I didn’t sell anything I check Quora for messages answer questions and reply to comments. Then I play computer games until about 3:00–3:30

3:15- Go downstairs and eat lunch. Usually salami and cheese on an English Muffin. (The local supermarket has sales on them where you buy one and get two free. So my freezer is full of them)

4:00 - 6:00 Check online news sites and play computer games and e-mail friends about the news of the day.

6:00 - Go downstairs and make salad and dinner unless my wife is making dinner.

6:00 - 7:00 - check the computer and play games

7:00 - 7:30 - Watch Jeopardy with the wife.

7:00- 7:30 - eat dinner

7:30–10:00 watch TV with the wife

10:00 - 1:30 check the computer and play games

1:30 - 2:00 - Take a shower, brush my teeth and go to bed.

( I bet you didn’t know that us old people lead such exciting lives. I occasionally go shopping and I have been known to watch TV during the day. On Sunday I get the times to do the puzzles and find out what the party line is these days.)

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12 THINGS YOU LEARN AS YOU GET OLDER
12 āļŠิ่āļ‡āļ—ี่āļ„ุāļ“āđ€āļĢีāļĒāļ™āļĢู้āđ€āļĄื่āļ­āļ„ุāļ“āļ­āļēāļĒุāļĄāļēāļāļ‚ึ้āļ™


1. Friends, even the close ones, might not stay in your life forever.
1. āđ€āļžื่āļ­āļ™ āđāļĄ้āļāļĢāļ°āļ—ั่āļ‡āļ„āļ™āļŠāļ™ิāļ— āļ็āļ­āļēāļˆāđ„āļĄ่āļ„āļ‡āļ­āļĒู่āđƒāļ™āļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļ„ุāļ“āļ•āļĨāļ­āļ”āđ„āļ›

2. The most important relationship is the one you have with yourself.
2. āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļŠัāļĄāļžัāļ™āļ˜์āļ—ี่āļŠāļģāļ„ัāļāļ—ี่āļŠุāļ”āļ„ืāļ­āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļŠัāļĄāļžัāļ™āļ˜์āļ—ี่āļ„ุāļ“āļĄีāļัāļšāļ•ัāļ§āđ€āļ­āļ‡

3. People notice the results, not how hard you worked for them.
3. āļœู้āļ„āļ™āļˆāļ°āļŠัāļ‡āđ€āļāļ•āđ€āļŦ็āļ™āļœāļĨāļĨัāļžāļ˜์ āđ„āļĄ่āđƒāļŠ่āļ§่āļēāļ„ุāļ“āļ—āļģāļ‡āļēāļ™āļŦāļ™ัāļāđāļ„่āđ„āļŦāļ™āđ€āļžื่āļ­āļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļē

4. It's normal to have heartache and fail sometimes.
4. āđ€āļ›็āļ™āđ€āļĢื่āļ­āļ‡āļ›āļāļ•ิāļ—ี่āļˆāļ°āļ­āļāļŦัāļāđāļĨāļ°āļĨ้āļĄāđ€āļŦāļĨāļ§āļš้āļēāļ‡āđƒāļ™āļšāļēāļ‡āļ„āļĢั้āļ‡

5. Home is the best place to be.
5. āļš้āļēāļ™āļ„ืāļ­āļŠāļ–āļēāļ™āļ—ี่āļ—ี่āļ”ีāļ—ี่āļŠุāļ”

6. Family and money are really important.
6. āļ„āļĢāļ­āļšāļ„āļĢัāļ§āđāļĨāļ°āđ€āļ‡ิāļ™āļŠāļģāļ„ัāļāļĄāļēāļ

7. A good book is a great friend.
7. āļŦāļ™ัāļ‡āļŠืāļ­āļ”ีāđ† āđ€āļ›็āļ™āđ€āļžื่āļ­āļ™āļ—ี่āļ”ี

8. Moving around helps you feel less stressed.
8. āļāļēāļĢāđ€āļ„āļĨื่āļ­āļ™āđ„āļŦāļ§āļĢ่āļēāļ‡āļāļēāļĒāļŠ่āļ§āļĒāđƒāļŦ้āļ„ุāļ“āļĢู้āļŠึāļāđ€āļ„āļĢีāļĒāļ”āļ™้āļ­āļĒāļĨāļ‡

9. Wasting time feeling sad or sorry won’t help you move forward.
9. āļāļēāļĢāđ€āļŠีāļĒāđ€āļ§āļĨāļēāđ„āļ›āļัāļšāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāđ€āļĻāļĢ้āļēāļŦāļĢืāļ­āđ€āļŠีāļĒāđƒāļˆāļˆāļ°āđ„āļĄ่āļŠ่āļ§āļĒāđƒāļŦ้āļ„ุāļ“āļ้āļēāļ§āđ„āļ›āļ‚้āļēāļ‡āļŦāļ™้āļēāđ„āļ”้

10. What you want today might not matter to you tomorrow.
10. āļŠิ่āļ‡āļ—ี่āļ„ุāļ“āļ•้āļ­āļ‡āļāļēāļĢāđƒāļ™āļ§ัāļ™āļ™ี้āļ­āļēāļˆāđ„āļĄ่āļĄีāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļŦāļĄāļēāļĒāļŠāļģāļŦāļĢัāļšāļ„ุāļ“āđƒāļ™āļ§ัāļ™āļžāļĢุ่āļ‡āļ™ี้

11. Your choices shape your life more than luck does.
11. āļ—āļēāļ‡āđ€āļĨืāļ­āļāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ„ุāļ“āļāļģāļŦāļ™āļ”āļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ„ุāļ“āļĄāļēāļāļāļ§่āļēāđ‚āļŠāļ„āļŠ่āļ§āļĒ

12. Childhood is a special time in life.
12. āļ§ัāļĒāđ€āļ”็āļāđ€āļ›็āļ™āļŠ่āļ§āļ‡āđ€āļ§āļĨāļēāļžิāđ€āļĻāļĐāđƒāļ™āļŠีāļ§ิāļ•




When was someone last told you you were too old for something?
I was 65 at the time and was in a bar with many guys from work.

The place was moderately busy with mostly older people. 40s or so.

A video jukebox was in the corner, and I just wanted to see how it worked.

I paged through the library and decided on some Eminem.

I forget which one, but you get the drift.

Holy fuck!

The people sitting at the bar started losing their shit.

One woman was freaking out and asked me “How fucking old are you?”

And accused me of playing crazy kid shit.

Then they pulled the plug.


A letter from an elderly woman from a nursing home.
I am 82 years old, I have 4 children, 11 grandchildren, 2 great-grandchildren and a room of 12 square meters.

I no longer have a home or expensive things, but I have someone who will clean my room, prepare food and bedding, measure my pressures and weigh me.

I no longer have the laughter of my grandchildren, I don't see them growing, hugging and arguing. Some come to me every 15 days, some every three or four months, and some never.

I no longer work in the winter, I don't bake cakes, I don't dig up the garden. I still have hobbies and I like to read, but my eyes quickly hurt.

I don’t know how much longer, but I have to get used to this loneliness. Here at home, I lead group work and help those who are worse than me as much as I can. Until recently, I read aloud to an immobile woman in the room next to me, we used to sing together, but she died the other day.

They say life is getting longer. Why? When I’m alone, I can look at photos of my family and memories I brought from home. And that's all.

I hope that the next generations will understand that families are born to have a future (with children) and that they do not forget about the family even in old age.

Please don't show this to my children.

Grandma Maria loves you.

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I am 85 years old and I walk outside our home for short distances, My greatest asset is my meagerly equipped workshop where I spend most of my time, working and standing up all the time. When younger I played a lot of football. Looking back, I can claim that I did not stress my body beyond moderation, I never needed to hunt fast deer tame horses, and kill wild pigs with spears and bows and arrows.

My philosophy of life was based on logic and not illusions, As an engineer, after the age of 40 I looked at my body and mind as a decaying structure, My physique is a complex structure. On analyzing its evolution, it seems that we were meant to be sufficiently decayed by the age of 50 to 60 years. In many countries, where engineering aids are not available, the average life span of men and women is of 50 to 60. years even younger.

This is nature’s logic. We start maturing and reproducing children at the age of 16, then a reproductive age of 24 years till 40, and the rest is enough “marching time” to nurture children till they can look after themselves. Without engineering devices, wrapped and worn around us and rotating bearings inside and wheels outside our home, we would resume living as other primitive nations, namely 40 to 60 years duration and then we die,

We live up to 70 - 80- 90-100 years , because we have engineering aids to reduce our stresses and strain on our hinges and bearings on our joint systems. There are the supplement foods and the refined water we drink, and the engineering diagnostic and life support systems in hospitals including the engineering in the hospital beds . If we rely on nature alone, and not use ENGINEERING products, we can only handle a life duration of about 50 to 60 years and even younger, as in Africa and other Places.

Since 100 years ago, we all wrapped and wore engineering prosthetic aids around and inside and outside our bodies, Old age depends on us using engineering prosthetic aids, including, shoes, socks and wheels, chairs, beds knives and forks, pen and pencils wheels, wings, wirings and so many other items which our ancestors did not have to assist them, hence they died earlier, due to body fatigue, including losing their teeth at the age of 30 due to the water pollutions. The surface road sewers instead of piped ones and the horse manure on city roads contributed to rats and plagues.

All old people like me, who went past the age of 50, we are what we are because of the engineering aids we have inside and outside our homes, It is stupid to think that we should exercise and walk 3 to 4 miles a day, as that is something we need to do when we were young hunting deer and wild boars and walking and riding horses which broke many human bones as they were not as comfortable as our cars with spring suspension travelling at 100 miles per hour. In past years they did not need gyms as normal life was enough exercise and with modern engineered comforts now we need to have exercises! which is rather stupid as no animal living its natural life is seen doing exercises when it ages.

It is no shame to be old. It is only an illusion that we think we reached old age because we are clever, We reached old age because of the engineering tangible and guaranteed comforts we buy , and it would be stupid to think that if we exercise at 70 years of age we can do better than using a wheel chair or riding in a car. We must accept what we are, and what nature is, We should not accept any standard at any age, we are what we are and a bricklayer need not do much exercising but a priest who said mooring prayers should do his exercise.

All we need to do is not to live in illusions, look at facts, let our body speak to us, and if we go through cosmetic surgeries where a 70-year-old female wants to look as one in her reproductive age, well that is something that becomes illusionary and while we have every right to do what we wish to do , there comes a time when we need to look at what our body and mind go through, we will not live till 200 years and after the age of 50 we should retain a moderate life and not to overdo it thinking that a lot od exercise is good for us. A yawn and a stretch ( pandiculating is sometimes good enough.



Why do some elderly ladies not look like old women?

There’s the typical stuff —

Do NOT smoke — smoking is horrible for your health, and also very bad for your looks. Smokers ALWAYS look older (and are in fact older due to the bad state their bodies is in). Smoking is another word for dying.

Do NOT tan — sun tanning is very bad for your health (you are virtually begging for skin cancer if you’re a tanner) and also very bad for how your skin looks. It basically wrinkles you up. Ironically, those who sun tan to look better, only to look much worse.
A healthy mind certainly also helps — 
depression tends to take itself out on our appearance — and there’s something to be said about food and diet, but most of it is false. And just to be clear: that gluten-free diet will not make you healthier, or better looking. The idea is totally fake.
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Can the dead feel cremation?
āļ„āļ™āļ•āļēāļĒāļŠāļēāļĄāļēāļĢāļ–āļĢู้āļŠึāļāļ–ึāļ‡āļāļēāļĢāđ€āļœāļēāļĻāļžāđ„āļ”้āļŦāļĢืāļ­āđ„āļĄ่?
They don’t feel. The spirit has left the body and it is now just a piece of rotting meat.

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No they don't and I can actually prove that they don't. Have you ever had a body part cauterized. That's when there is a wound that is burnt together in order to see it. I had a cauterization done to my toe . So literally the emergency room doctor used an instrument that burned my skin together well of course I felt the needle go in in order to numb me up and I felt pressure but I didn't feel the burning I didn't feel it when that small part of my body was destroyed by being burned. 
āđ„āļĄ่ āļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļēāđ„āļĄ่āļĢู้āļŠึāļāļŦāļĢāļ­āļ āđāļĨāļ°āļ‰ัāļ™āļŠāļēāļĄāļēāļĢāļ–āļžิāļŠูāļˆāļ™์āđ„āļ”้āļˆāļĢิāļ‡āļ§่āļēāļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļēāđ„āļĄ่āđ„āļ”้āļĢู้āļŠึāļāļ„ุāļ“āđ€āļ„āļĒāļ–ูāļāļˆี้āļĢ่āļēāļ‡āļāļēāļĒāļŠ่āļ§āļ™āđƒāļ”āļŠ่āļ§āļ™āļŦāļ™ึ่āļ‡āļŦāļĢืāļ­āđ„āļĄ่ āļ™ั่āļ™āļ„ืāļ­āđ€āļĄื่āļ­āļĄีāđāļœāļĨāļ—ี่āļ–ูāļāđ€āļœāļēāđ€āļžื่āļ­āđƒāļŦ้āļĄāļ­āļ‡āđ€āļŦ็āļ™āđ„āļ”้ āļ‰ัāļ™āļ–ูāļāļˆี้āļ—ี่āļ™ิ้āļ§āđ€āļ—้āļēāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™ āļ”ัāļ‡āļ™ั้āļ™āđāļžāļ—āļĒ์āļŦ้āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ุāļāđ€āļ‰ิāļ™āļˆึāļ‡āđƒāļŠ้āđ€āļ„āļĢื่āļ­āļ‡āļĄืāļ­āļ—ี่āđ€āļœāļēāļœิāļ§āļŦāļ™ัāļ‡āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļ‚้āļēāļ”้āļ§āļĒāļัāļ™ āđāļ™่āļ™āļ­āļ™āļ§่āļēāļ‰ัāļ™āļĢู้āļŠึāļāļ§่āļēāđ€āļ‚็āļĄāļ—ิ่āļĄāđ€āļ‚้āļēāđ„āļ›āđ€āļžื่āļ­āļ—āļģāđƒāļŦ้āļ‰ัāļ™āļĢู้āļŠึāļāļŠāļē āđāļĨāļ°āļ‰ัāļ™āļĢู้āļŠึāļāđāļĢāļ‡āļāļ” āđāļ•่āļ‰ัāļ™āđ„āļĄ่āļĢู้āļŠึāļāđāļŠāļšāļĢ้āļ­āļ™ āđƒāļ™āđ€āļĄื่āļ­āļ‰ัāļ™āđ„āļĄ่āļĢู้āļŠึāļāđ€āļĄื่āļ­āļŠ่āļ§āļ™āđ€āļĨ็āļ āđ† āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļĢ่āļēāļ‡āļāļēāļĒāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āļ–ูāļāļ—āļģāļĨāļēāļĒāļˆāļēāļāļāļēāļĢāļ–ูāļāđ€āļœāļē

If I could not feel that while I was alive and conscious and clear minded then I certainly couldn't feel it if my body was dead. I hope this makes sense
āļŦāļēāļāļœāļĄāđ„āļĄ่āļŠāļēāļĄāļēāļĢāļ–āļĢู้āļŠึāļāđ„āļ”้āđƒāļ™āļ‚āļ“āļ°āļ—ี่āļœāļĄāļĒัāļ‡āļĄีāļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļ­āļĒู่āđāļĨāļ°āļĄีāļŠāļ•ิāļŠัāļĄāļ›āļŠัāļāļāļ°āđāļĨāļ°āļˆิāļ•āđƒāļˆāđāļˆ่āļĄāđƒāļŠ āļœāļĄāļ็āļĒัāļ‡āđ„āļĄ่āļŠāļēāļĄāļēāļĢāļ–āļĢู้āļŠึāļāđ„āļ”้āđāļĨāļ°āđāļ™่āļ™āļ­āļ™āļŦāļēāļāļĢ่āļēāļ‡āļāļēāļĒāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļœāļĄāļ•āļēāļĒāđ„āļ›āđāļĨ้āļ§ āļœāļĄāļˆāļ°āļĢู้āļŠึāļāđ„āļ”้āļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ‡āđ„āļĢāļŦāļ§ัāļ‡āļ§่āļēāđ€āļĢื่āļ­āļ‡āļ™ี้āļˆāļ°āļŠāļĄāđ€āļŦāļ•ุāļŠāļĄāļœāļĨ
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I expect not. I seriously hope not. But the “expectation” to which I alluded is very near to certainty. My hair and fingernail clippings have always been pretty quiet about their sufferings. My extracted teeth have issued no formal complaints of which I am aware.
āļ‰ัāļ™āđ„āļĄ่āļ„āļēāļ”āļŦāļ§ัāļ‡ āļ‰ัāļ™āļŦāļ§ัāļ‡āļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ‡āļĒิ่āļ‡āļ§่āļēāļˆāļ°āđ„āļĄ่āđ€āļ›็āļ™āđ€āļŠ่āļ™āļ™ั้āļ™ āđāļ•่ "āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļ„āļēāļ”āļŦāļ§ัāļ‡" āļ—ี่āļ‰ัāļ™āļāļĨ่āļēāļ§āļ–ึāļ‡āļ™ั้āļ™āđāļ—āļšāļˆāļ°āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļˆāļĢิāļ‡āļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ‡āđāļ™่āļ™āļ­āļ™ āđ€āļĻāļĐāļœāļĄāđāļĨāļ°āđ€āļĨ็āļšāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āļĄัāļāļˆāļ°āđ„āļĄ่āļžูāļ”āļ–ึāļ‡āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļ—ุāļāļ‚์āļ—āļĢāļĄāļēāļ™āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļēāđ€āļĨāļĒ āļŸัāļ™āļ—ี่āļ–āļ­āļ™āļ­āļ­āļāđ„āļ›āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āđ„āļĄ่āđ„āļ”้āđāļŠāļ”āļ‡āļ­āļēāļāļēāļĢāļĢ้āļ­āļ‡āđ€āļĢีāļĒāļ™āļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ‡āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļ—āļēāļ‡āļāļēāļĢāđƒāļ”āđ† āļ‹ึ่āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āļ—āļĢāļēāļšāļ”ี



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Is there sufficient evidence that the dead body feels no pain when it's cremated?
āļĄีāļŦāļĨัāļāļāļēāļ™āđ€āļžีāļĒāļ‡āļžāļ­āļŦāļĢืāļ­āđ„āļĄ่āļ—ี่āļĻāļžāđ„āļĄ่āļĢู้āļŠึāļāđ€āļˆ็āļšāļ›āļ§āļ”āđ€āļĄื่āļ­āļ–ูāļāđ€āļœāļē?
If someone is dead, their brain is no longer active processing information. The brain dies quickly when its blood supply is stopped, because it has to have a constant supply of oxygen and glucose to live. It dies in 3 minutes after the person’s heart stops beating. Bodies are not cremated till at least 2 hours after death, so the brain is long gone by then. They feel no pain because the nerves are no longer able to conduct an electrical signal to the brain to be interpretted as pain.

āļŦāļēāļāđƒāļ„āļĢāļ•āļēāļĒ āļŠāļĄāļ­āļ‡āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ„āļ™āđ† āļ™ั้āļ™āļˆāļ°āđ„āļĄ่āļ›āļĢāļ°āļĄāļ§āļĨāļœāļĨāļ‚้āļ­āļĄูāļĨāļ­ีāļāļ•่āļ­āđ„āļ› āļŠāļĄāļ­āļ‡āļˆāļ°āļ•āļēāļĒāļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ‡āļĢāļ§āļ”āđ€āļĢ็āļ§āđ€āļĄื่āļ­āđ€āļĨืāļ­āļ”āļŦāļĒุāļ”āđ„āļŦāļĨāđ€āļ§ีāļĒāļ™ āđ€āļ™ื่āļ­āļ‡āļˆāļēāļāļŠāļĄāļ­āļ‡āļ•้āļ­āļ‡āđ„āļ”้āļĢัāļšāļ­āļ­āļāļ‹ิāđ€āļˆāļ™āđāļĨāļ°āļāļĨูāđ‚āļ„āļŠāļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ‡āļ•่āļ­āđ€āļ™ื่āļ­āļ‡āđ€āļžื่āļ­āļ”āļģāļĢāļ‡āļŠีāļ§ิāļ• āļŠāļĄāļ­āļ‡āļˆāļ°āļ•āļēāļĒāļ āļēāļĒāđƒāļ™ 3 āļ™āļēāļ—ีāļŦāļĨัāļ‡āļˆāļēāļāļŦัāļ§āđƒāļˆāļŦāļĒุāļ”āđ€āļ•้āļ™ āļĢ่āļēāļ‡āļāļēāļĒāļˆāļ°āđ„āļĄ่āļ–ูāļāđ€āļœāļēāļˆāļ™āļāļ§่āļēāļˆāļ°āļœ่āļēāļ™āđ„āļ›āļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ‡āļ™้āļ­āļĒ 2 āļŠั่āļ§āđ‚āļĄāļ‡āļŦāļĨัāļ‡āļˆāļēāļāđ€āļŠีāļĒāļŠีāļ§ิāļ• āļ”ัāļ‡āļ™ั้āļ™āļŠāļĄāļ­āļ‡āļˆึāļ‡āļŦāļēāļĒāđ„āļ›āļ™āļēāļ™āđāļĨ้āļ§ āļŠāļĄāļ­āļ‡āļˆāļ°āđ„āļĄ่āļĢู้āļŠึāļāđ€āļˆ็āļšāļ›āļ§āļ”āļ­ีāļāļ•่āļ­āđ„āļ› āđ€āļ™ื่āļ­āļ‡āļˆāļēāļāđ€āļŠ้āļ™āļ›āļĢāļ°āļŠāļēāļ—āđ„āļĄ่āļŠāļēāļĄāļēāļĢāļ–āļŠ่āļ‡āļŠัāļāļāļēāļ“āđ„āļŸāļŸ้āļēāđ„āļ›āļĒัāļ‡āļŠāļĄāļ­āļ‡āđ€āļžื่āļ­āļ•ีāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļ§่āļēāđ€āļ›็āļ™āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāđ€āļˆ็āļšāļ›āļ§āļ”āđ„āļ”้āļ­ีāļāļ•่āļ­āđ„āļ›
Do crematories check if a person is actually dead before cremation?
āđ€āļ•āļēāđ€āļœāļēāļˆāļ°āļ•āļĢāļ§āļˆāļŠāļ­āļšāļ่āļ­āļ™āļ§่āļēāļšุāļ„āļ„āļĨāļ™ั้āļ™āđ€āļŠีāļĒāļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļˆāļĢิāļ‡āļŦāļĢืāļ­āđ„āļĄ่āļ่āļ­āļ™āļāļēāļĢāđ€āļœāļēāļĻāļž

The short answer is: NO. I have worked and still work and own 4 funeral homes. No check is required to determine if a person is actually deceased before cremation occurs. It is very rare that a person is cremated the same day that they are picked up from a hospital and taken to a funeral home.

āļ„āļģāļ•āļ­āļšāļŠั้āļ™āđ† āļ„ืāļ­ āđ„āļĄ่ āļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļ„āļĒāļ—āļģāļ‡āļēāļ™āđāļĨāļ°āļĒัāļ‡āļ„āļ‡āļ—āļģāļ‡āļēāļ™āļ­āļĒู่ āđāļĨāļ°āđ€āļ›็āļ™āđ€āļˆ้āļēāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļŠāļ–āļēāļ™āļ›āļĢāļ°āļāļ­āļšāļāļēāļĢāļŒāļēāļ›āļ™āļิāļˆāļĻāļž 4 āđāļŦ่āļ‡ āđ„āļĄ่āļˆāļģāđ€āļ›็āļ™āļ•้āļ­āļ‡āļ•āļĢāļ§āļˆāļŠāļ­āļšāđ€āļžื่āļ­āļĢāļ°āļšุāļ§่āļēāļšุāļ„āļ„āļĨāļ™ั้āļ™āđ€āļŠีāļĒāļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļˆāļĢิāļ‡āļŦāļĢืāļ­āđ„āļĄ่āļ่āļ­āļ™āļāļēāļĢāļŒāļēāļ›āļ™āļิāļˆāļĻāļž āđ€āļ›็āļ™āđ€āļĢื่āļ­āļ‡āļĒāļēāļāļĄāļēāļāļ—ี่āļšุāļ„āļ„āļĨāļˆāļ°āļ–ูāļāļŒāļēāļ›āļ™āļิāļˆāđƒāļ™āļ§ัāļ™āđ€āļ”ีāļĒāļ§āļัāļšāļ—ี่āļĄāļēāļĢัāļšāļ•ัāļ§āđ€āļ‚āļēāļˆāļēāļāđ‚āļĢāļ‡āļžāļĒāļēāļšāļēāļĨāđāļĨāļ°āļ™āļģāđ„āļ›āļ—ี่āļŠāļ–āļēāļ™āļ›āļĢāļ°āļāļ­āļšāļāļēāļĢāļŒāļēāļ›āļ™āļิāļˆāļĻāļž

At the earliest it would be the day after and more likely 2 or 3 days after. They are kept in a refrigerated unit until cremation time. In the interim, the deceased is identified by a family member so they are laid out on a gurney and covered with a sheet with only the facial area visible. The eyes and mouth are set and some makeup may be applied. 

āļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ‡āđ€āļĢ็āļ§āļ—ี่āļŠุāļ”āļ„ืāļ­āļ§ัāļ™āļ–ัāļ”āđ„āļ› āđāļĨāļ°āļĄีāđāļ™āļ§āđ‚āļ™้āļĄāļ§่āļēāļˆāļ°āđ€āļ›็āļ™ 2 āļŦāļĢืāļ­ 3 āļ§ัāļ™āļŦāļĨัāļ‡āļˆāļēāļāļ™ั้āļ™ āļĻāļžāļˆāļ°āļ–ูāļāđ€āļ็āļšāđ„āļ§้āđƒāļ™āļ•ู้āđ€āļĒ็āļ™āļˆāļ™āļāļ§่āļēāļˆāļ°āļ–ึāļ‡āđ€āļ§āļĨāļēāļŒāļēāļ›āļ™āļิāļˆ āđƒāļ™āļĢāļ°āļŦāļ§่āļēāļ‡āļ™ี้ āļœู้āđ€āļŠีāļĒāļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļˆāļ°āļ–ูāļāļĢāļ°āļšุāļ•ัāļ§āļ•āļ™āđ‚āļ”āļĒāļŠāļĄāļēāļŠิāļāđƒāļ™āļ„āļĢāļ­āļšāļ„āļĢัāļ§ āļˆāļēāļāļ™ั้āļ™āļˆึāļ‡āļ§āļēāļ‡āļĢ่āļēāļ‡āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āđ€āļ‚āļēāđ„āļ§้āļšāļ™āđ€āļ•ีāļĒāļ‡āđ€āļ„āļĨื่āļ­āļ™āļĒ้āļēāļĒāļĻāļžāđāļĨāļ°āļ„āļĨุāļĄāļ”้āļ§āļĒāļœ้āļēāđ‚āļ”āļĒāđƒāļŦ้āđ€āļŦ็āļ™āđ€āļ‰āļžāļēāļ°āļšāļĢิāđ€āļ§āļ“āđƒāļšāļŦāļ™้āļēāđ€āļ—่āļēāļ™ั้āļ™ āļˆāļēāļāļ™ั้āļ™āļˆึāļ‡āļˆัāļ”āđāļ•่āļ‡āļ”āļ§āļ‡āļ•āļēāđāļĨāļ°āļ›āļēāļ āđāļĨāļ°āļ­āļēāļˆāđāļ•่āļ‡āļŦāļ™้āļēāļšāļēāļ‡āļŠ่āļ§āļ™

On the day of the cremation they are placed in a cardboard container and in very few cases a casket and taken to the crematorium. Ours is onsite, so close by. In closing the deceased has been pronounced dead by a Doctor prior to our retrieving the deceased. 

āđƒāļ™āļ§ัāļ™āļŒāļēāļ›āļ™āļิāļˆ āļĻāļžāļˆāļ°āļ–ูāļāđƒāļŠ่āđ„āļ§้āđƒāļ™āļāļĨ่āļ­āļ‡āļāļĢāļ°āļ”āļēāļĐāđāļ‚็āļ‡ āđāļĨāļ°āđƒāļ™āļšāļēāļ‡āļāļĢāļ“ี āđ‚āļĨāļ‡āļĻāļžāļˆāļ°āļ–ูāļāļ™āļģāđ„āļ›āļ—ี่āļŒāļēāļ›āļ™āļิāļˆāļĻāļž āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āđ€āļĢāļēāļ­āļĒู่āđƒāļ™āļŠāļ–āļēāļ™āļ—ี่ āļˆึāļ‡āļ­āļĒู่āđƒāļāļĨ้āđ† āđāļžāļ—āļĒ์āđ„āļ”้āļ›āļĢāļ°āļāļēāļĻāļ§่āļēāļœู้āđ€āļŠีāļĒāļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āđ€āļŠีāļĒāļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āđāļĨ้āļ§āļ่āļ­āļ™āļ—ี่āđ€āļĢāļēāļˆāļ°āđ„āļ›āļĢัāļšāļĻāļžāļĄāļē

After 30 years I have never ever encountered a person still alive after being pronounced and taken to the funeral home. This is not an issue whatsoever.

āļŦāļĨัāļ‡āļˆāļēāļāļœ่āļēāļ™āđ„āļ› 30 āļ›ี āļ‰ัāļ™āđ„āļĄ่āđ€āļ„āļĒāļžāļšāđƒāļ„āļĢāļ—ี่āļĒัāļ‡āļĄีāļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļ­āļĒู่āđ€āļĨāļĒāļŦāļĨัāļ‡āļˆāļēāļāļ–ูāļāļ›āļĢāļ°āļāļēāļĻāļ§่āļēāđ€āļŠีāļĒāļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āđāļĨāļ°āļ™āļģāļ•ัāļ§āđ„āļ›āļ—ี่āļš้āļēāļ™āļĻāļž āļ™ี่āđ„āļĄ่āđƒāļŠ่āļ›ัāļāļŦāļēāđ€āļĨāļĒ


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āļ„āļ™āļ•āļēāļĒāļ—ี่āđ„āļĢ้āļ§ิāļāļāļēāļ“āļˆāļ°āļĢู้āļ§่āļēāļĢ่āļēāļ‡āļāļēāļĒāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ•āļ™āļ–ูāļāđ€āļœāļēāđ€āļĄื่āļ­āđƒāļ” āļ‰ัāļ™āļĢู้āđ€āļŠ่āļ™āļ™ี้āđ€āļžāļĢāļēāļ°āđ€āļĄื่āļ­āļž่āļ­āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļŠีāļĒāļŠีāļ§ิāļ• āđ€āļ‚āļēāļ—āļģāđƒāļŦ้āļ‰ัāļ™āļĢู้āļŠึāļāļ–ึāļ‡āļšāļēāļ‡āļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ‡āđƒāļ™āļĢ่āļēāļ‡āļāļēāļĒāļ‚āļ“āļ°āļ—ี่āđ€āļ‚āļēāļ–ูāļāđ€āļœāļē āļ‰ัāļ™āļˆāļ”āđ€āļ§āļĨāļēāđāļĨāļ°āļ§ัāļ™āļ—ี่āđ€āļ‚āļēāļ–ูāļāđ€āļœāļēāđāļĨāļ°āļ•āļĢāļ§āļˆāļŠāļ­āļšāļัāļšāļšāļĢิāļĐัāļ—āļ—ี่āļ”ูāđāļĨāļāļēāļĢāđ€āļœāļēāļĻāļž āļ‰ัāļ™āđ„āļĄ่āļĢู้āļĄāļēāļ่āļ­āļ™āļ§่āļēāļāļēāļĢāđ€āļœāļēāļĻāļžāļˆāļ°āđ€āļิāļ”āļ‚ึ้āļ™āđ€āļĄื่āļ­āđƒāļ”

So this indicated that he was keeping tabs on his body. I suppose that not all discarnate people stay with their bodies through the cremation. He didn’t impress me with any sensation of pain.
āļ™ั่āļ™āđāļŠāļ”āļ‡āļ§่āļēāđ€āļ‚āļēāļāļģāļĨัāļ‡āļ”ูāđāļĨāļĢ่āļēāļ‡āļāļēāļĒāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āđ€āļ‚āļēāļ­āļĒู่ āļ‰ัāļ™āļ„ิāļ”āļ§่āļēāļ„āļ™āļ•āļēāļĒāļ—ี่āđ„āļĢ้āļ§ิāļāļāļēāļ“āđ„āļĄ่āđƒāļŠ่āļ—ุāļāļ„āļ™āļ—ี่āļˆāļ°āļ­āļĒู่āļัāļšāļĢ่āļēāļ‡āļāļēāļĒāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļēāļ•āļĨāļ­āļ”āļāļēāļĢāđ€āļœāļēāļĻāļž āđ€āļ‚āļēāđ„āļĄ่āđ„āļ”้āļ—āļģāđƒāļŦ้āļ‰ัāļ™āļ›āļĢāļ°āļ—ัāļšāđƒāļˆāļ”้āļ§āļĒāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļĢู้āļŠึāļāđ€āļˆ็āļšāļ›āļ§āļ”āđƒāļ”āđ†

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I have a friend who has worked at a crematorium for 30 years and tells me they have never once, in those 30 years, had a written or verbal complaint from a dead body for this or any other reason.

āļ‰ัāļ™āļĄีāđ€āļžื่āļ­āļ™āļ—ี่āļ—āļģāļ‡āļēāļ™āđƒāļ™āļŒāļēāļ›āļ™āļŠāļ–āļēāļ™āļĄāļē 30 āļ›ีāđāļĨ้āļ§ āđāļĨāļ°āļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļēāļšāļ­āļāļ‰ัāļ™āļ§่āļēāđƒāļ™āļŠ่āļ§āļ‡ 30 āļ›ีāļ—ี่āļœ่āļēāļ™āļĄāļē āđ„āļĄ่āđ€āļ„āļĒāđ„āļ”้āļĢัāļšāļ„āļģāļĢ้āļ­āļ‡āđ€āļĢีāļĒāļ™āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļĨāļēāļĒāļĨัāļāļĐāļ“์āļ­ัāļāļĐāļĢāļŦāļĢืāļ­āļ§āļēāļˆāļēāļˆāļēāļāļĻāļžāđ€āļĨāļĒāđāļĄ้āđāļ•่āļ„āļĢั้āļ‡āđ€āļ”ีāļĒāļ§ āđ„āļĄ่āļ§่āļēāļˆāļ°āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļ”้āļ§āļĒāđ€āļŦāļ•ุāļœāļĨāđƒāļ”āļ็āļ•āļēāļĄ

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Has anyone ever woken up during a cremation?

My father was a resident at Charity hospital in New Orleans in the 1950’s. A drunk died during Mardi Gras of a heart attack and was brought to the hospital’s morgue, where his body was kept cool for the Pathologist to do an autopsy. When his sternum was cut open, he woke up. Water drained out. Apparently, he had a sac of fluid around his heart which prevented a heartbeat from being detected with a stethoscope.
āļž่āļ­āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļ›็āļ™āđāļžāļ—āļĒ์āļ›āļĢāļ°āļˆāļģāđ‚āļĢāļ‡āļžāļĒāļēāļšāļēāļĨ Charity āđƒāļ™āļ™ิāļ§āļ­āļ­āļĢ์āļĨีāļ™āļŠ์āđƒāļ™āļŠ่āļ§āļ‡āļ—āļĻāļ§āļĢāļĢāļĐ 1950 āļĄีāļŠāļēāļĒāđ€āļĄāļēāļŠุāļĢāļēāļ„āļ™āļŦāļ™ึ่āļ‡āđ€āļŠีāļĒāļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āđƒāļ™āļŠ่āļ§āļ‡āđ€āļ—āļĻāļāļēāļĨāļĄāļēāļĢ์āļ”ิāļāļĢāļēāļŠāļˆāļēāļāļ­āļēāļāļēāļĢāļŦัāļ§āđƒāļˆāļ§āļēāļĒ āđāļĨāļ°āļ–ูāļāļ™āļģāļ•ัāļ§āđ„āļ›āļ—ี่āļŦ้āļ­āļ‡āđ€āļ็āļšāļĻāļžāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āđ‚āļĢāļ‡āļžāļĒāļēāļšāļēāļĨ āļ‹ึ่āļ‡āļĢ่āļēāļ‡āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āđ€āļ‚āļēāļ–ูāļāđāļŠ่āđ€āļĒ็āļ™āđ€āļžื่āļ­āđƒāļŦ้āđāļžāļ—āļĒ์āļ™ิāļ•ิāđ€āļ§āļŠāļ—āļģāļāļēāļĢāļŠัāļ™āļŠูāļ•āļĢāļžāļĨิāļāļĻāļž āđ€āļĄื่āļ­āđāļžāļ—āļĒ์āļœ่āļēāļāļĢāļ°āļ”ูāļāļ­āļāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āđ€āļ‚āļēāļ­āļ­āļ āđ€āļ‚āļēāļ็āļ•ื่āļ™āļ‚ึ้āļ™ āļ™้āļģāđƒāļ™āļ›āļ­āļ”āđ„āļŦāļĨāļ­āļ­āļāļĄāļē āđ€āļŦ็āļ™āđ„āļ”้āļŠัāļ”āļ§่āļēāđ€āļ‚āļēāļĄีāļ–ุāļ‡āļ™้āļģāļ­āļĒู่āļĢāļ­āļšāļŦัāļ§āđƒāļˆāļ‹ึ่āļ‡āļ—āļģāđƒāļŦ้āđ„āļĄ่āļŠāļēāļĄāļēāļĢāļ–āļ•āļĢāļ§āļˆāļāļēāļĢāđ€āļ•้āļ™āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļŦัāļ§āđƒāļˆāļ”้āļ§āļĒāļŦูāļŸัāļ‡āđ„āļ”้
He was stitched up, and left the hospital very much alive. He became a local celebrity. He would regularly visit the hospital and proclaim that he was the only person in the history of Charity hospital who had survived his own autopsy.
āđ€āļ‚āļēāđ„āļ”้āļĢัāļšāļāļēāļĢāđ€āļĒ็āļšāđāļœāļĨāđāļĨāļ°āļ­āļ­āļāļˆāļēāļāđ‚āļĢāļ‡āļžāļĒāļēāļšāļēāļĨāđ‚āļ”āļĒāļ—ี่āļĒัāļ‡āļĄีāļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļĢāļ­āļ” āđ€āļ‚āļēāļāļĨāļēāļĒāđ€āļ›็āļ™āļ„āļ™āļ”ัāļ‡āđƒāļ™āļ—้āļ­āļ‡āļ–ิ่āļ™ āđ€āļ‚āļēāļĄัāļāļˆāļ°āđ„āļ›āđ€āļĒี่āļĒāļĄāđ‚āļĢāļ‡āļžāļĒāļēāļšāļēāļĨāđ€āļ›็āļ™āļ›āļĢāļ°āļˆāļģāđāļĨāļ°āļ›āļĢāļ°āļāļēāļĻāļ§่āļēāđ€āļ‚āļēāđ€āļ›็āļ™āļ„āļ™āđ€āļ”ีāļĒāļ§āđƒāļ™āļ›āļĢāļ°āļ§ัāļ•ิāļĻāļēāļŠāļ•āļĢ์āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āđ‚āļĢāļ‡āļžāļĒāļēāļšāļēāļĨ Charity āļ—ี่āļĢāļ­āļ”āļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļˆāļēāļāļāļēāļĢāļŠัāļ™āļŠูāļ•āļĢāļžāļĨิāļāļĻāļž

This actually happened to a friend of mine.
āđ€āļĢื่āļ­āļ‡āļ™ี้āđ€āļิāļ”āļ‚ึ้āļ™āļัāļšāđ€āļžื่āļ­āļ™āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āļ„āļ™āļŦāļ™ึ่āļ‡
He was, as you can imagine, shocked to be waking up in such a situation, and his first reaction was “Where the hell am I?”

āđ€āļ‚āļēāļ•āļāđƒāļˆāļĄāļēāļāļ—ี่āļ•ื่āļ™āļ‚ึ้āļ™āļĄāļēāđƒāļ™āļŠāļ–āļēāļ™āļāļēāļĢāļ“์āđ€āļŠ่āļ™āļ™ี้ āđāļĨāļ°āļ›āļิāļิāļĢิāļĒāļēāđāļĢāļāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āđ€āļ‚āļēāļ„ืāļ­ “āļ‰ัāļ™āļ­āļĒู่āļ—ี่āđ„āļŦāļ™āļ§āļ°āđ€āļ™ี่āļĒ”

Fortunately, he was sitting near the back of the room, and kind of tucked away in the corner, so most people at the ceremony didn’t even realise one of their number had fallen asleep.
āđ‚āļŠāļ„āļ”ีāļ—ี่āđ€āļ‚āļēāļ™ั่āļ‡āļ­āļĒู่āļ”้āļēāļ™āļŦāļĨัāļ‡āļŦ้āļ­āļ‡āđāļĨāļ°āđāļ­āļšāļ•ัāļ§āļ­āļĒู่āđƒāļ™āļĄุāļĄāļŦ้āļ­āļ‡ āļ—āļģāđƒāļŦ้āļœู้āđ€āļ‚้āļēāļĢ่āļ§āļĄāļžิāļ˜ีāļŠ่āļ§āļ™āđƒāļŦāļ่āđ„āļĄ่āļĢู้āļ”้āļ§āļĒāļ‹้āļģāļ§่āļēāļĄีāļ„āļ™āļŦāļ™ึ่āļ‡āđƒāļ™āļ™ั้āļ™āļŦāļĨัāļšāđ„āļ›

He says he felt a bit guilty, but since the person being cremated was a great-aunt he barely knew, he doesn’t worry about it too much.
āđ€āļ‚āļēāļšāļ­āļāļ§่āļēāđ€āļ‚āļēāļĢู้āļŠึāļāļœิāļ”āđ€āļĨ็āļāļ™้āļ­āļĒ āđāļ•่āđ€āļ™ื่āļ­āļ‡āļˆāļēāļāļœู้āļ–ูāļāđ€āļœāļēāļĻāļžāđ€āļ›็āļ™āļ›้āļēāļ—āļ§āļ”āļ—ี่āđ€āļ‚āļēāđāļ—āļšāđ„āļĄ่āļĢู้āļˆัāļ āđ€āļ‚āļēāļˆึāļ‡āđ„āļĄ่āđ„āļ”้āļัāļ‡āļ§āļĨāļัāļšāđ€āļĢื่āļ­āļ‡āļ™ี้āļĄāļēāļāļ™ัāļ
Aside from that, there are always such stories, and maybe some of them are even true, who knows?
āļ™āļ­āļāđ€āļŦāļ™ืāļ­āļˆāļēāļāļ™ั้āļ™ āļĒัāļ‡āļĄีāđ€āļĢื่āļ­āļ‡āļĢāļēāļ§āđāļšāļšāļ™ี้āļ­ีāļāļĄāļēāļ āđāļĨāļ°āļšāļēāļ‡āļ—ีāļ­āļēāļˆāđ€āļ›็āļ™āđ€āļĢื่āļ­āļ‡āļˆāļĢิāļ‡āļ็āđ„āļ”้ āđƒāļ„āļĢāļˆāļ°āļĢู้?


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How does your body warn you one month before a heart attack?

I had a heart attack 10 years ago, (today is 30 June, and this was 19 July, so almost exactly 10 years ago). For some considerable time before that, several years intermittently, I had the following symptoms. Personally I think most of it was high blood pressure, but I don’t know.

Every now and then, just once in a blue moon, I’d go all dizzy. I’d be sitting at my desk at the computer and suddenly I’d start to go dizzy for no apparent reason. I could feel it coming on, and the room would go spinning round. I had to hold on to the desk. Once, I was even on the phone to someone, and just had to manage as best I could.

I used to get bad indigestion on a daily basis. I live by myself and always do the bulk of my grocery shopping on a monthly basis, around pay day. I used to buy around 4 large packets of indigestion tablets for the month. It would happen mostly at night when I went to bed, but sometimes during the day.

I used to get Migraines. This was just once in a while, usually on a Saturday night, but not always. I’d wake up in the early hours of Sunday morning and feel pressure on the back of my head. The first few times I just thought “Oh it’s a bit of a headache. it’ll pass”. But by morning, it would be quite painful, and the pain was on the top of my head. I took some painkillers and went back to bed. In the morning, I got up. My head hurt, and I didn’t feel much like anything to eat. As the morning progressed, the front of my head hurt, I felt sick, (on a couple of occasions I was). I was also affected emotionally. I just sat in the chair wanting the headache and feeling sick to go away. I felt like if you’d been standing over me with a shot gun, I’d let you kill me just to get it over with. I wasn’t depressed or anything, just during this migraine period I would be emotionally supressed and very apathetic. It was like a hangover, but I hadn’t been drinking. A couple of times I was due to go to work, but there was no way I could sit on a bus just to the end of the road, let alone for an hour. And a few times I was due to go to my best mates place for lunch, but I had to phone him to call it off. I would go back to bed and just lie there feeling ill.

I would get very out of breath just with minimum exertion. From my office to the front gate at work, there was a slight incline, so slight most people wouldn’t even notice it. Yet I would get out of breath just walking quickly to the gate, (at home time. You don’t linger :-) There was a small flight of stairs from the office to the kitchen, (just 13 stairs). I ran up there then was gasping for breath like I’d just had 40 fags, (cigarettes).

Then one evening, I was watching Grimm on my computer and started getting a pain in my throat. To cut a long story short, the pain started going down m arm, so I called 999, the ambulance came, confirmed I was having a heart attack and took me to hospital.


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As you get older, do you get attracted to older people?
āđ€āļĄื่āļ­āļ„ุāļ“āļ­āļēāļĒุāļĄāļēāļāļ‚ึ้āļ™ āļ„ุāļ“āļĢู้āļŠึāļāļ”ึāļ‡āļ”ูāļ”āđƒāļˆāļ„āļ™āļ­āļēāļĒุāļĄāļēāļāļāļ§่āļēāļŦāļĢืāļ­āđ„āļĄ่

I certainly have. The range of ages of the women I’ve found attractive has expanded upwards over the years, and the lower end has increased, too.
āļ‰ัāļ™āļ็āļĢู้āļŠึāļāđāļšāļšāļ™ั้āļ™āđ€āļŦāļĄืāļ­āļ™āļัāļ™ āļŠ่āļ§āļ‡āļ­āļēāļĒุāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļœู้āļŦāļิāļ‡āļ—ี่āļ‰ัāļ™āļžāļšāļ§่āļēāļ™่āļēāļ”ึāļ‡āļ”ูāļ”āđƒāļˆāļ™ั้āļ™āđ€āļžิ่āļĄāļ‚ึ้āļ™āđ€āļĢื่āļ­āļĒāđ† āļ•āļĨāļ­āļ”āļŦāļĨāļēāļĒāļ›ีāļ—ี่āļœ่āļēāļ™āļĄāļē āđāļĨāļ°āļŠ่āļ§āļ‡āļ­āļēāļĒุāļ—ี่āļ™้āļ­āļĒāļāļ§่āļēāļ็āđ€āļžิ่āļĄāļ‚ึ้āļ™āļ”้āļ§āļĒāđ€āļŠ่āļ™āļัāļ™


I still find some very young women very pretty or “cute”, I suppose, but I’m thoroughly aware that trying to date someone that young is not something I want to do. I find the maturity and wisdom of women closer to my own age appealing in a special way, that is more valuable to me than the excessive beauty of some younger women. Beauty is great, but so are architecture and music, and you wouldn’t want to marry them, either.

āļ‰ัāļ™āļĒัāļ‡āļ„āļ‡āļ„ิāļ”āļ§่āļēāļœู้āļŦāļิāļ‡āļ—ี่āļ­āļēāļĒุāļ™้āļ­āļĒāļĄāļēāļāļšāļēāļ‡āļ„āļ™āļ™ั้āļ™āļŠāļ§āļĒāļŦāļĢืāļ­ "āļ™่āļēāļĢัāļ" āļĄāļēāļ āļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļ”āļēāđ€āļ­āļēāļ™āļ° āđāļ•่āļ‰ัāļ™āļ•āļĢāļ°āļŦāļ™ัāļāļ”ีāļ§่āļēāļāļēāļĢāļžāļĒāļēāļĒāļēāļĄāļ­āļ­āļāđ€āļ”āļ—āļัāļšāļ„āļ™āļ—ี่āļ­āļēāļĒุāļ™้āļ­āļĒāļāļ§่āļēāļ™ั้āļ™āđ„āļĄ่āđƒāļŠ่āļŠิ่āļ‡āļ—ี่āļ‰ัāļ™āļ­āļĒāļēāļāļ—āļģ āļ‰ัāļ™āļžāļšāļ§่āļēāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāđ€āļ›็āļ™āļœู้āđƒāļŦāļ่āđāļĨāļ°āļ ูāļĄิāļ›ัāļāļāļēāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļœู้āļŦāļิāļ‡āļ—ี่āļ­āļēāļĒุāđƒāļāļĨ้āđ€āļ„ีāļĒāļ‡āļัāļšāļ‰ัāļ™āļ™ั้āļ™āļ™่āļēāļ”ึāļ‡āļ”ูāļ”āđƒāļˆāđ€āļ›็āļ™āļžิāđ€āļĻāļĐ āļ‹ึ่āļ‡āļĄีāļ„่āļēāļŠāļģāļŦāļĢัāļšāļ‰ัāļ™āļĄāļēāļāļāļ§่āļēāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļ‡āļēāļĄāļ—ี่āļĄāļēāļāđ€āļิāļ™āđ„āļ›āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļœู้āļŦāļิāļ‡āļ—ี่āļ­āļēāļĒุāļ™้āļ­āļĒāļāļ§่āļēāļšāļēāļ‡āļ„āļ™ āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļ‡āļēāļĄāļ™ั้āļ™āļĒāļ­āļ”āđ€āļĒี่āļĒāļĄ āđāļ•่āļŠāļ–āļēāļ›ัāļ•āļĒāļāļĢāļĢāļĄāđāļĨāļ°āļ”āļ™āļ•āļĢีāļ็āļĒāļ­āļ”āđ€āļĒี่āļĒāļĄāđ€āļŠ่āļ™āļัāļ™ āđāļĨāļ°āļ„ุāļ“āļ„āļ‡āđ„āļĄ่āļ­āļĒāļēāļāđāļ•่āļ‡āļ‡āļēāļ™āļัāļšāļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ˜āļ­āđ€āļŦāļĄืāļ­āļ™āļัāļ™

There’s something else I’ve noticed as I’ve gotten older: It’s not necessarily the prettier woman I find more attractive. Attraction has become something multi-dimensional, going way beyond things like youthful appearance and flawless skin. I often find imperfections and fine lines beautiful now, and that wasn’t the case when I was a very young man used to seeing women the same age.
āļĄีāļ­ีāļāļŠิ่āļ‡āļŦāļ™ึ่āļ‡āļ—ี่āļ‰ัāļ™āļŠัāļ‡āđ€āļāļ•āđ€āļŦ็āļ™āđ€āļĄื่āļ­āļ­āļēāļĒุāļĄāļēāļāļ‚ึ้āļ™: āđ„āļĄ่āļˆāļģāđ€āļ›็āļ™āļ§่āļēāļœู้āļŦāļิāļ‡āļ—ี่āļŠāļ§āļĒāļāļ§่āļēāļˆāļ°āļ”ึāļ‡āļ”ูāļ”āđƒāļˆāļ‰ัāļ™āļĄāļēāļāļāļ§่āļē āļŠāļģāļŦāļĢัāļšāļ‰ัāļ™āđāļĨ้āļ§ āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļ”ึāļ‡āļ”ูāļ”āđƒāļˆāļāļĨāļēāļĒāđ€āļ›็āļ™āļŠิ่āļ‡āļ—ี่āļĄีāļĄิāļ•ิāļŦāļĨāļēāļĒāļ”้āļēāļ™ āđ„āļ›āđ„āļāļĨāđ€āļิāļ™āļāļ§่āļēāđ€āļĢื่āļ­āļ‡āļĢูāļ›āļĨัāļāļĐāļ“์āļ—ี่āļ­่āļ­āļ™āđ€āļĒāļēāļ§์āđāļĨāļ°āļœิāļ§āļ—ี่āđ„āļĢ้āļ—ี่āļ•ิ āļ‰ัāļ™āļĄัāļāļžāļšāļ§่āļēāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāđ„āļĄ่āļŠāļĄāļšูāļĢāļ“์āđāļšāļšāđāļĨāļ°āļĢิ้āļ§āļĢāļ­āļĒāđ€āļĨ็āļāđ† āļ™ั้āļ™āļ™่āļēāļ”ึāļ‡āļ”ูāļ”āđƒāļˆāļĄāļēāļāđƒāļ™āļ•āļ­āļ™āļ™ี้ āļ‹ึ่āļ‡āđ„āļĄ่āđƒāļŠ่āļāļĢāļ“ีāļ™ี้āđ€āļĄื่āļ­āļ‰ัāļ™āļĒัāļ‡āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļŠāļēāļĒāļŦāļ™ุ่āļĄāļ—ี่āļ„ุ้āļ™āđ€āļ„āļĒāļัāļšāļāļēāļĢāđ€āļŦ็āļ™āļœู้āļŦāļิāļ‡āđƒāļ™āļ§ัāļĒāđ€āļ”ีāļĒāļ§āļัāļ™

In short, I went from a little boy who liked little girls, to being a teenaged boy who liked teenaged girls, to being a young man who liked young women, to being an adult man who likes adult women. Case in point: Kerri Russell is almost exactly my age. I thought she was attractive when she was on Felicity. I find her much more attractive now in her forties, than I did back then.

āđ‚āļ”āļĒāļŠāļĢุāļ› āļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļ›āļĨี่āļĒāļ™āļˆāļēāļāđ€āļ”็āļāļŠāļēāļĒāļ—ี่āļŠāļ­āļšāđ€āļ”็āļāļœู้āļŦāļิāļ‡ āđ„āļ›āđ€āļ›็āļ™āđ€āļ”็āļāļŠāļēāļĒāļ§ัāļĒāļĢุ่āļ™āļ—ี่āļŠāļ­āļšāđ€āļ”็āļāļœู้āļŦāļิāļ‡āļ§ัāļĒāļĢุ่āļ™ āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļŠāļēāļĒāļŦāļ™ุ่āļĄāļ—ี่āļŠāļ­āļšāļœู้āļŦāļิāļ‡āļŠāļēāļ§ āđ„āļ›āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļœู้āļŠāļēāļĒāļ§ัāļĒāļœู้āđƒāļŦāļ่āļ—ี่āļŠāļ­āļšāļœู้āļŦāļิāļ‡āļ—ี่āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļœู้āđƒāļŦāļ่ āļ•ัāļ§āļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ‡āđ€āļŠ่āļ™ āđ€āļ„āļ­āļĢ์āļĢี āļĢัāļŠāđ€āļ‹āļĨāļĨ์āļ­āļēāļĒุāđ€āļืāļ­āļšāđ€āļ—่āļēāļัāļšāļ‰ัāļ™ āļ‰ัāļ™āļ„ิāļ”āļ§่āļēāđ€āļ˜āļ­āļĄีāđ€āļŠāļ™่āļŦ์āđ€āļĄื่āļ­āđ€āļ˜āļ­āđāļŠāļ”āļ‡āđƒāļ™ Felicity āļ•āļ­āļ™āļ™ี้āļ‰ัāļ™āļžāļšāļ§่āļēāđ€āļ˜āļ­āļĄีāđ€āļŠāļ™่āļŦ์āļĄāļēāļāļāļ§่āļēāđ€āļĄื่āļ­āļ่āļ­āļ™āļĄāļēāļāđƒāļ™āļ§ัāļĒāļŠี่āļŠิāļšāļāļ§่āļē

Yes, definitely.

āđƒāļŠ่āđāļĨ้āļ§ āđāļ™่āļ™āļ­āļ™

Whereas I still appreciate the good looks and sheer physicality of young men, it’s more like artistic appreciation rather than a primal thing or sexual thing.

āđāļĄ้āļ§่āļēāļ‰ัāļ™āļˆāļ°āļĒัāļ‡āļ„āļ‡āļŠื่āļ™āļŠāļĄāļĢูāļ›āļĢ่āļēāļ‡āļŦāļ™้āļēāļ•āļēāļ—ี่āļŠāļ§āļĒāļ‡āļēāļĄāđāļĨāļ°āļĢูāļ›āļĢ่āļēāļ‡āļ—ี่āđāļ—้āļˆāļĢิāļ‡āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļŠāļēāļĒāļŦāļ™ุ่āļĄ āđāļ•่āļŠāļģāļŦāļĢัāļšāļ‰ัāļ™āđāļĨ้āļ§ āļĄัāļ™āđ€āļŦāļĄืāļ­āļ™āļัāļšāļāļēāļĢāļŠื่āļ™āļŠāļĄāđƒāļ™āđ€āļŠิāļ‡āļĻิāļĨāļ›āļ°āļĄāļēāļāļāļ§่āļēāđ€āļĢื่āļ­āļ‡āļ—āļēāļ‡āđ€āļžāļĻ

Give me a guy who has been around for sixty or more years, and has stayed awake, curious and engaged: The humor and wisdom of older men is ever so much more nuanced , and therefore, yes….sexier than any younger man could ever be.😉

āđƒāļŦ้āļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļĨืāļ­āļāļœู้āļŠāļēāļĒāļ—ี่āļ­āļĒู่āļĄāļēāļŦāļāļŠิāļšāļ›ีāļŦāļĢืāļ­āļĄāļēāļāļāļ§่āļēāļ™ั้āļ™ āđāļĨāļ°āļĒัāļ‡āļ„āļ‡āļ•ื่āļ™āļ•ัāļ§ āļ­āļĒāļēāļāļĢู้āļ­āļĒāļēāļāđ€āļŦ็āļ™ āđāļĨāļ°āļĄีāļŠ่āļ§āļ™āļĢ่āļ§āļĄ āļ­āļēāļĢāļĄāļ“์āļ‚ัāļ™āđāļĨāļ°āļ ูāļĄิāļ›ัāļāļāļēāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļœู้āļŠāļēāļĒāļ—ี่āļ­āļēāļĒุāļĄāļēāļāļāļ§่āļēāļ™ั้āļ™āļĄีāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāđāļ•āļāļ•่āļēāļ‡āļัāļ™āļĄāļēāļ āđāļĨāļ°āđƒāļŠ่āđāļĨ้āļ§...āđ€āļ‹็āļāļ‹ี่āļāļ§่āļēāļœู้āļŠāļēāļĒāļ—ี่āļ­āļēāļĒุāļ™้āļ­āļĒāļāļ§่āļēāļ„āļ™āđ„āļŦāļ™āđ† 😉

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Yes. The only man I am deeply attracted to is 70. If he was still interested in me (which sadly he isn’t) I would lead him up my stairs in an instant. I am 68. I have always been attracted to men around my own age. I can see and appreciate that much younger people are attractive, but that isn’t the same as being attracted to them.
āđƒāļŠ่ āļœู้āļŠāļēāļĒāļ„āļ™āđ€āļ”ีāļĒāļ§āļ—ี่āļ‰ัāļ™āļŦāļĨāļ‡āđƒāļŦāļĨāļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ‡āļŠุāļ”āļ‹ึ้āļ‡āļ„ืāļ­āļœู้āļŠāļēāļĒāļ­āļēāļĒุ 70 ​​āļ›ี āļ–้āļēāđ€āļ‚āļēāļĒัāļ‡āļŠāļ™āđƒāļˆāļ‰ัāļ™āļ­āļĒู่ (āļ‹ึ่āļ‡āļ™่āļēāđ€āļĻāļĢ้āļēāļ—ี่āđ€āļ‚āļēāđ„āļĄ่āđƒāļŠ่) āļ‰ัāļ™āļˆāļ°āļžāļēāđ€āļ‚āļēāļ‚ึ้āļ™āļšัāļ™āđ„āļ”āļ—ัāļ™āļ—ี āļ‰ัāļ™āļ­āļēāļĒุ 68 āļ‰ัāļ™āļĄัāļāļˆāļ°āļŦāļĨāļ‡āđƒāļŦāļĨāļœู้āļŠāļēāļĒāļ—ี่āļ­āļēāļĒุāđƒāļāļĨ้āđ€āļ„ีāļĒāļ‡āļัāļšāļ‰ัāļ™ āļ‰ัāļ™āļĄāļ­āļ‡āđ€āļŦ็āļ™āđāļĨāļ°āļŠื่āļ™āļŠāļĄāļ§่āļēāļ„āļ™āļ­āļēāļĒุāļ™้āļ­āļĒāļāļ§่āļēāļ™ั้āļ™āļ™่āļēāļ”ึāļ‡āļ”ูāļ” āđāļ•่āļ็āđ„āļĄ่āđ€āļŦāļĄืāļ­āļ™āļัāļšāļāļēāļĢāļŦāļĨāļ‡āđƒāļŦāļĨāļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļē


I haven’t really ever been attracted to someone on looks alone - I need to talk with someone, get a sense of their character and views before that starts to happen. And having lived in the same time frame, more or less, having shared the same geopolitical landmarks, listened to the same bands and so on, is quite an important part of that.
 āļ‰ัāļ™āđ„āļĄ่āđ€āļ„āļĒāļŦāļĨāļ‡āđƒāļŦāļĨāđƒāļ„āļĢāļˆāļēāļāļĢูāļ›āļĨัāļāļĐāļ“์āļ āļēāļĒāļ™āļ­āļāđ€āļĨāļĒ āļ‰ัāļ™āļ•้āļ­āļ‡āļ„ุāļĒāļัāļšāđƒāļ„āļĢāļŠัāļāļ„āļ™ āļĢัāļšāļĢู้āļĨัāļāļĐāļ“āļ°āļ™ิāļŠัāļĒāđāļĨāļ°āļĄุāļĄāļĄāļ­āļ‡āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļēāđ€āļŠีāļĒāļ่āļ­āļ™āļˆึāļ‡āļˆāļ°āđ€āļĢิ่āļĄāļĢู้āļŠึāļāđāļšāļšāļ™ั้āļ™ āđāļĨāļ°āļāļēāļĢāđ„āļ”้āđƒāļŠ้āļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āđƒāļ™āļŠ่āļ§āļ‡āđ€āļ§āļĨāļēāđ€āļ”ีāļĒāļ§āļัāļ™ āļĄāļēāļāļŦāļĢืāļ­āļ™้āļ­āļĒ āļĄีāļ›āļĢāļ°āļŠāļšāļāļēāļĢāļ“์āļ—āļēāļ‡āļāļēāļĢāđ€āļĄืāļ­āļ‡āđ€āļ”ีāļĒāļ§āļัāļ™ āļŸัāļ‡āđ€āļžāļĨāļ‡āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ§āļ‡āļ”āļ™āļ•āļĢีāđ€āļ”ีāļĒāļ§āļัāļ™ āđāļĨāļ°āļ­ื่āļ™āđ† āļ–ืāļ­āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļŠ่āļ§āļ™āļŠāļģāļ„ัāļāļĄāļēāļ
When I taught in a further education college, it was great to get to know young people, some of whom, I could appreciate, were physically very lovely, but I wasn’t attracted to them (and they sure as hell weren’t attracted to me.) No, for the possibility of intimacy, which is what attracts me, I need someone around my own age.

āļ•āļ­āļ™āļ—ี่āļ‰ัāļ™āļŠāļ­āļ™āļŦāļ™ัāļ‡āļŠืāļ­āđƒāļ™āļ§ิāļ—āļĒāļēāļĨัāļĒāļāļēāļĢāļĻึāļāļĐāļēāļĢāļ°āļ”ัāļšāļŠูāļ‡ āļ‰ัāļ™āļĢู้āļŠึāļāļ”ีāļĄāļēāļāļ—ี่āđ„āļ”้āļĢู้āļˆัāļāđ€āļ”็āļāđ† āļšāļēāļ‡āļ„āļ™āļ‰ัāļ™āļŠื่āļ™āļŠāļĄāļ—ี่āļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļēāļŦāļ™้āļēāļ•āļēāļ”ีāļĄāļēāļ āđāļ•่āļ‰ัāļ™āđ„āļĄ่āđ„āļ”้āļĢู้āļŠึāļāļ”ึāļ‡āļ”ูāļ”āđƒāļˆāļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļē (āđāļĨāļ°āđāļ™่āļ™āļ­āļ™āļ§่āļēāļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļēāļ„āļ‡āđ„āļĄ่āļĢู้āļŠึāļāļ”ึāļ‡āļ”ูāļ”āđƒāļˆāļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļŠ่āļ™āļัāļ™) āđ„āļĄ่āļŦāļĢāļ­āļ āđ€āļžื่āļ­āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāđ€āļ›็āļ™āđ„āļ›āđ„āļ”้āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāđƒāļāļĨ้āļŠิāļ” āļ‹ึ่āļ‡āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļŠิ่āļ‡āļ—ี่āļ”ึāļ‡āļ”ูāļ”āļ‰ัāļ™ āļ‰ัāļ™āļ•้āļ­āļ‡āļāļēāļĢāđƒāļ„āļĢāļŠัāļāļ„āļ™āļ—ี่āļ­āļēāļĒุāđ„āļĨ่āđ€āļĨี่āļĒāļัāļ™

Can my son who passed away 2 weeks ago send a sign to let me know he is okay? I'm so heartbroken over losing him so suddenly at 24 years old.

I’m so sorry for your loss. I just lost my son in April and he was only 30. I know it may sound crazy but my Son did. 10 days after he passed he said into one of our security cameras that he was okay. He said a few things in the cÃĄmara recordings and did some things to show us he was there for a little over a month or so then became quiet. The cameras we have are Blink cameras. I guess it depends on your son's ability to communicate. My son had a strong spirit. I never believed that could happen until my son did it. However, even though he did that, I still wonder if he is okay if he is resting in peace and wish every day that I he would visit me in my dreams to say hi and he loves me. I hope one day your Son is able to reach out to you somehow.

āļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļŠีāļĒāđƒāļˆāļ”้āļ§āļĒāļัāļšāļāļēāļĢāļŠูāļāđ€āļŠีāļĒāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ„ุāļ“ āļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļžิ่āļ‡āļŠูāļāđ€āļŠีāļĒāļĨูāļāļŠāļēāļĒāđ„āļ›āđ€āļĄื่āļ­āđ€āļ”ืāļ­āļ™āđ€āļĄāļĐāļēāļĒāļ™ āđāļĨāļ°āđ€āļ‚āļēāļ­āļēāļĒุāđ€āļžีāļĒāļ‡ 30 āļ›ี āļ‰ัāļ™āļĢู้āļ§่āļēāļĄัāļ™āļ­āļēāļˆāļˆāļ°āļŸัāļ‡āļ”ูāļš้āļē āđāļ•่āļĨูāļāļŠāļēāļĒāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļ›็āļ™āđāļšāļšāļ™ั้āļ™āļˆāļĢิāļ‡āđ† 10 āļ§ัāļ™āļŦāļĨัāļ‡āļˆāļēāļāļ—ี่āđ€āļ‚āļēāđ€āļŠีāļĒāļŠีāļ§ิāļ• āđ€āļ‚āļēāđ„āļ”้āļžูāļ”āļœ่āļēāļ™āļāļĨ้āļ­āļ‡āļ§āļ‡āļˆāļĢāļ›ิāļ”āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āđ€āļĢāļēāļ§่āļēāđ€āļ‚āļēāļŠāļšāļēāļĒāļ”ี āđ€āļ‚āļēāļžูāļ”āļšāļēāļ‡āļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ‡āđƒāļ™āļšัāļ™āļ—ึāļāđ€āļŠีāļĒāļ‡āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļāļĨ้āļ­āļ‡ āđāļĨāļ°āļ—āļģāļšāļēāļ‡āļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ‡āđ€āļžื่āļ­āđāļŠāļ”āļ‡āđƒāļŦ้āđ€āļĢāļēāđ€āļŦ็āļ™āļ§่āļēāđ€āļ‚āļēāļ­āļĒู่āļ—ี่āļ™ั่āļ™āļ™āļēāļ™āļāļ§่āļēāļŦāļ™ึ่āļ‡āđ€āļ”ืāļ­āļ™āđ€āļĨ็āļāļ™้āļ­āļĒ āļˆāļēāļāļ™ั้āļ™āļ็āđ€āļ‡ีāļĒāļšāđ„āļ› āļāļĨ้āļ­āļ‡āļ—ี่āđ€āļĢāļēāļĄีāļ„ืāļ­āļāļĨ้āļ­āļ‡ Blink āļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļ”āļēāļ§่āļēāļĄัāļ™āļ‚ึ้āļ™āļ­āļĒู่āļัāļšāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļŠāļēāļĄāļēāļĢāļ–āđƒāļ™āļāļēāļĢāļŠื่āļ­āļŠāļēāļĢāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļĨูāļāļŠāļēāļĒāļ„ุāļ“ āļĨูāļāļŠāļēāļĒāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āļĄีāļˆิāļ•āļ§ิāļāļāļēāļ“āļ—ี่āđ€āļ‚้āļĄāđāļ‚็āļ‡ āļ‰ัāļ™āđ„āļĄ่āđ€āļ„āļĒāđ€āļŠื่āļ­āļ§่āļēāļŠิ่āļ‡āļ™ั้āļ™āļˆāļ°āđ€āļิāļ”āļ‚ึ้āļ™āđ„āļ”้ āļˆāļ™āļāļĢāļ°āļ—ั่āļ‡āļĨูāļāļŠāļēāļĒāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āļ—āļģ āļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ‡āđ„āļĢāļ็āļ•āļēāļĄ āđāļĄ้āļ§่āļēāđ€āļ‚āļēāļˆāļ°āļ—āļģāđāļšāļšāļ™ั้āļ™ āļ‰ัāļ™āļ็āļĒัāļ‡āļŠāļ‡āļŠัāļĒāļ§่āļēāđ€āļ‚āļēāļˆāļ°āļŠāļšāļēāļĒāļ”ีāļŦāļĢืāļ­āđ„āļĄ่ āļŦāļēāļāđ€āļ‚āļēāļžัāļāļœ่āļ­āļ™āļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ‡āļŠāļ‡āļš āđāļĨāļ°āļŦāļ§ัāļ‡āļ—ุāļāļ§ัāļ™āļ§่āļēāđ€āļ‚āļēāļˆāļ°āļĄāļēāļŦāļēāļ‰ัāļ™āđƒāļ™āļัāļ™āđ€āļžื่āļ­āļ—ัāļāļ—āļēāļĒ āđāļĨāļ°āđ€āļ‚āļēāļĢัāļāļ‰ัāļ™ āļ‰ัāļ™āļŦāļ§ัāļ‡āļ§่āļēāļŠัāļāļ§ัāļ™āļŦāļ™ึ่āļ‡āļĨูāļāļŠāļēāļĒāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ„ุāļ“āļˆāļ°āļ•ิāļ”āļ•่āļ­āļ„ุāļ“āđ„āļ”้

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I lost my son, David 31 years ago. He was tragically killed by a driver in a large SUV. David was 12 years old. He always gave the strongest hugs, was so very kind to all and so very loving. Around a month later, I had a beautiful dream. He was sitting next to me and said he couldn’t come back, but that he was ok and we would be together again. Grief doesn’t end, it evolves. Your son will send a sign when you need it most. ♥️

āļ‰ัāļ™āļŠูāļāđ€āļŠีāļĒāļĨูāļāļŠāļēāļĒāđ„āļ›āđ€āļĄื่āļ­ 31 āļ›ีāļ—ี่āđāļĨ้āļ§ āđ€āļ”āļ§ิāļ”āđ€āļŠีāļĒāļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ‡āļ™่āļēāđ€āļĻāļĢ้āļēāđ‚āļ”āļĒāļ„āļ™āļ‚ัāļš SUV āļ‚āļ™āļēāļ”āđƒāļŦāļ่ āđ€āļ”āļ§ิāļ”āļ­āļēāļĒุāđ„āļ”้ 12 āļ›ี āđ€āļ‚āļēāļĄัāļāļˆāļ°āļāļ­āļ”āļ‰ัāļ™āđāļ™่āļ™āđ† āđ€āļŠāļĄāļ­ āđƒāļˆāļ”ีāļัāļšāļ—ุāļāļ„āļ™āđāļĨāļ°āļĢัāļāļ‰ัāļ™āļĄāļēāļ āļ›āļĢāļ°āļĄāļēāļ“āļŦāļ™ึ่āļ‡āđ€āļ”ืāļ­āļ™āļ•่āļ­āļĄāļē āļ‰ัāļ™āļัāļ™āļ”ี āđ€āļ‚āļēāļ™ั่āļ‡āļ­āļĒู่āļ‚้āļēāļ‡āđ† āļ‰ัāļ™āđāļĨāļ°āļšāļ­āļāļ§่āļēāđ€āļ‚āļēāļāļĨัāļšāļĄāļēāđ„āļĄ่āđ„āļ”้āđāļĨ้āļ§ āđāļ•่āđ€āļ‚āļēāļŠāļšāļēāļĒāļ”ีāđāļĨāļ°āđ€āļĢāļēāļˆāļ°āđ„āļ”้āļāļĨัāļšāļĄāļēāļ­āļĒู่āļ”้āļ§āļĒāļัāļ™āļ­ีāļāļ„āļĢั้āļ‡ āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāđ‚āļĻāļāđ€āļĻāļĢ้āļēāđ„āļĄ่āļĄีāļ§ัāļ™āļŠิ้āļ™āļŠุāļ” āđāļ•่āļĄัāļ™āļˆāļ°āļ„่āļ­āļĒāđ† āđ€āļ›āļĨี่āļĒāļ™āđāļ›āļĨāļ‡āđ„āļ› āļĨูāļāļŠāļēāļĒāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ„ุāļ“āļˆāļ°āļŠ่āļ‡āļŠัāļāļāļēāļ“āđ€āļĄื่āļ­āļ„ุāļ“āļ•้āļ­āļ‡āļāļēāļĢāļĄัāļ™āļĄāļēāļāļ—ี่āļŠุāļ” ♥️

I'm so sorry for your loss.

It's not a like comparison, but it's the only experience I have to draw from. I lost my Dad almost 10 years ago. My Dad and I were very close and the loss took me to my knees. So I understand desperately wanting that sign to know your son is okay, as I wanted to know the same about my Dad. That he still existed somewhere.

āļāļēāļĢāđ€āļ›āļĢีāļĒāļšāđ€āļ—ีāļĒāļšāļ™ี้āđ„āļĄ่āđ„āļ”้āļĄีāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļ„āļĨ้āļēāļĒāļ„āļĨึāļ‡āļัāļ™ āđāļ•่āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļ›āļĢāļ°āļŠāļšāļāļēāļĢāļ“์āđ€āļ”ีāļĒāļ§āļ—ี่āļ‰ัāļ™āļŠāļēāļĄāļēāļĢāļ–āļŦāļĒิāļšāļĒāļāļĄāļēāđ„āļ”้ āļ‰ัāļ™āļŠูāļāđ€āļŠีāļĒāļž่āļ­āđ„āļ›āđ€āļĄื่āļ­āđ€āļืāļ­āļš 10 āļ›ีāļ—ี่āđāļĨ้āļ§ āļž่āļ­āļัāļšāļ‰ัāļ™āļŠāļ™ิāļ—āļัāļ™āļĄāļēāļ āđāļĨāļ°āļāļēāļĢāļŠูāļāđ€āļŠีāļĒāļ„āļĢั้āļ‡āļ™ี้āļ—āļģāđƒāļŦ้āļ‰ัāļ™āļ•้āļ­āļ‡āļ„ุāļāđ€āļ‚่āļēāļĨāļ‡ āļ‰ัāļ™āļˆึāļ‡āđ€āļ‚้āļēāđƒāļˆāļ”ีāļ§่āļēāļ—āļģāđ„āļĄāļ„ุāļ“āļ–ึāļ‡āļ­āļĒāļēāļāđ„āļ”้āļĢัāļšāļŠัāļāļāļēāļ“āļ™ั้āļ™āđ€āļžื่āļ­āļšāļ­āļāļ§่āļēāļĨูāļāļŠāļēāļĒāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ„ุāļ“āļŠāļšāļēāļĒāļ”ี āđ€āļžāļĢāļēāļ°āļ‰ัāļ™āļ­āļĒāļēāļāļĢู้āđ€āļĢื่āļ­āļ‡āđ€āļ”ีāļĒāļ§āļัāļ™āđ€āļี่āļĒāļ§āļัāļšāļž่āļ­āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļŠ่āļ™āļัāļ™ āļ§่āļēāđ€āļ‚āļēāļĒัāļ‡āļĄีāļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļ­āļĒู่āļ—ี่āđ„āļŦāļ™āļŠัāļāđāļŦ่āļ‡

In short, yes. Your son can send that sign. My Dad did, but it took a bit. Mine came twice. Once in the form of an extremely vivid dream that was unlike any other that I've had before or since. The second, well, electronically, which given my Dad’s profession made perfect sense. I was out running and I had music playing through Bluetooth headphones connected to my phone, which was locked and in a running punch strapped to my waist. I started thinking about my Dad, which started the grief rolling and I began to cry on my run. Suddenly, my music and my headphones switched off. I stopped to find out what happened, and my phone had switched into airplane mode. That's not something that could happen accidentally. I could feel my Dad there saying, “enough already."

āđ‚āļ”āļĒāļŠāļĢุāļ›āđāļĨ้āļ§ āđƒāļŠ่ āļĨูāļāļŠāļēāļĒāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ„ุāļ“āļŠāļēāļĄāļēāļĢāļ–āļŠ่āļ‡āļŠัāļāļāļēāļ“āļ™ั้āļ™āđ„āļ”้ āļž่āļ­āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āļ—āļģ āđāļ•่āđƒāļŠ้āđ€āļ§āļĨāļēāļ™ิāļ”āļŦāļ™่āļ­āļĒ āļ‰ัāļ™āļŠ่āļ‡āđ„āļ›āļŠāļ­āļ‡āļ„āļĢั้āļ‡ āļ„āļĢั้āļ‡āđāļĢāļāđ€āļ›็āļ™āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļัāļ™āļ—ี่āļŠัāļ”āđ€āļˆāļ™āļĄāļēāļ āļ‹ึ่āļ‡āđ„āļĄ่āđ€āļŦāļĄืāļ­āļ™āļ„āļĢั้āļ‡āđ„āļŦāļ™āđ† āļ—ี่āļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļ„āļĒāļัāļ™āļĄāļēāļ่āļ­āļ™āļŦāļĢืāļ­āļŦāļĨัāļ‡āļˆāļēāļāļ™ั้āļ™ āļ„āļĢั้āļ‡āļ—ี่āļŠāļ­āļ‡āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļัāļ™āļ—āļēāļ‡āļ­ิāđ€āļĨ็āļāļ—āļĢāļ­āļ™ิāļāļŠ์ āļ‹ึ่āļ‡āđ€āļĄื่āļ­āļžิāļˆāļēāļĢāļ“āļēāļˆāļēāļāļ­āļēāļŠีāļžāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļž่āļ­āđāļĨ้āļ§ āļ็āļŠāļĄāđ€āļŦāļ•ุāļŠāļĄāļœāļĨāļ”ี āļ‰ัāļ™āļāļģāļĨัāļ‡āļ§ิ่āļ‡āļ­āļĒู่āđāļĨāļ°āļŸัāļ‡āđ€āļžāļĨāļ‡āļœ่āļēāļ™āļŦูāļŸัāļ‡āļšāļĨูāļ—ูāļ˜āļ—ี่āđ€āļŠื่āļ­āļĄāļ•่āļ­āļัāļšāđ‚āļ—āļĢāļĻัāļžāļ—์āļ‹ึ่āļ‡āļĨ็āļ­āļ„āļ­āļĒู่āđāļĨāļ°āļĢัāļ”āđ„āļ§้āļัāļšāđ€āļ­āļ§ āļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļĢิ่āļĄāļ„ิāļ”āļ–ึāļ‡āļž่āļ­ āļ‹ึ่āļ‡āļ—āļģāđƒāļŦ้āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāđ€āļĻāļĢ้āļēāđ‚āļĻāļāļŦāļĨั่āļ‡āđ„āļŦāļĨ āđāļĨāļ°āļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļĢิ่āļĄāļĢ้āļ­āļ‡āđ„āļŦ้āļ‚āļ“āļ°āļ§ิ่āļ‡ āļ—ัāļ™āđƒāļ”āļ™ั้āļ™ āđ€āļžāļĨāļ‡āđāļĨāļ°āļŦูāļŸัāļ‡āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āļ็āļ›ิāļ”āļĨāļ‡ āļ‰ัāļ™āļŦāļĒุāļ”āđ€āļžื่āļ­āļ”ูāļ§่āļēāđ€āļิāļ”āļ­āļ°āđ„āļĢāļ‚ึ้āļ™ āđāļĨāļ°āđ‚āļ—āļĢāļĻัāļžāļ—์āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āļ็āđ€āļ›āļĨี่āļĒāļ™āđ€āļ›็āļ™āđ‚āļŦāļĄāļ”āđ€āļ„āļĢื่āļ­āļ‡āļšิāļ™ āļ™ั่āļ™āđ„āļĄ่āđƒāļŠ่āļŠิ่āļ‡āļ—ี่āđ€āļิāļ”āļ‚ึ้āļ™āđ‚āļ”āļĒāļšัāļ‡āđ€āļ­ิāļ āļ‰ัāļ™āļĢู้āļŠึāļāđ„āļ”้āļ§่āļēāļž่āļ­āļāļģāļĨัāļ‡āļžูāļ”āļ§่āļē “āļžāļ­āđ„āļ”้āđāļĨ้āļ§”


The sign will be subtle, but meaningful. You may miss it if you're not paying attention. It will likely come at a quiet moment or at a time when you really need it. Just be open to receiving it.You may also realize it was the sign, afterwards too.

āļŠัāļāļāļēāļ“āļ™ี้āļˆāļ°āļ”ูāđ„āļĄ่āļŠัāļ”āđ€āļˆāļ™āđāļ•่āļĄีāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļŦāļĄāļēāļĒ āļ„ุāļ“āļ­āļēāļˆāļžāļĨāļēāļ”āđ„āļ›āļŦāļēāļāđ„āļĄ่āđƒāļŠ่āđƒāļˆ āļŠัāļāļāļēāļ“āļ™ี้āļĄัāļāļˆāļ°āļĄāļēāđƒāļ™āļŠ่āļ§āļ‡āđ€āļ§āļĨāļēāļ—ี่āđ€āļ‡ีāļĒāļšāļŠāļ‡āļšāļŦāļĢืāļ­āđƒāļ™āđ€āļ§āļĨāļēāļ—ี่āļ„ุāļ“āļ•้āļ­āļ‡āļāļēāļĢāļˆāļĢิāļ‡āđ† āđ€āļžีāļĒāļ‡āđāļ„่āđ€āļ›ิāļ”āđƒāļˆāļĢัāļšāļĄัāļ™ āļ„ุāļ“āļ­āļēāļˆāļ•āļĢāļ°āļŦāļ™ัāļāđ„āļ”้āļ§่āļēāļ™ั่āļ™āļ„ืāļ­āļŠัāļāļāļēāļ“āļ™ั้āļ™āđƒāļ™āļ āļēāļĒāļŦāļĨัāļ‡āđ€āļŠ่āļ™āļัāļ™


The message that I got from my Dad in my dream was, " yes, I'm okay.” Your son is too. It may take him a bit to come and tell you himself as he is learning his new existence right now. Give him time, and give yourself a little time for the rawness to scab over a bit. Sit quietly listen and feel. You may sense your son around you. He hasn't left.


āļ‚้āļ­āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļ—ี่āļ‰ัāļ™āđ„āļ”้āļĢัāļšāļˆāļēāļāļž่āļ­āđƒāļ™āļัāļ™āļ„ืāļ­ "āđƒāļŠ่ āļ‰ัāļ™āļŠāļšāļēāļĒāļ”ี" āļĨูāļāļŠāļēāļĒāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ„ุāļ“āļ็āđ€āļŦāļĄืāļ­āļ™āļัāļ™ āļ­āļēāļˆāļ•้āļ­āļ‡āđƒāļŠ้āđ€āļ§āļĨāļēāļŠัāļāļžัāļāļāļ§่āļēāđ€āļ‚āļēāļˆāļ°āļĄāļēāļšāļ­āļāļ„ุāļ“āđ€āļ­āļ‡āđƒāļ™āļ‚āļ“āļ°āļ—ี่āđ€āļ‚āļēāļāļģāļĨัāļ‡āđ€āļĢีāļĒāļ™āļĢู้āļāļēāļĢāļ”āļģāļĢāļ‡āļ­āļĒู่āđƒāļŦāļĄ่āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āđ€āļ‚āļē āđƒāļŦ้āđ€āļ§āļĨāļēāđ€āļ‚āļē āđāļĨāļ°āđƒāļŦ้āđ€āļ§āļĨāļēāļ•ัāļ§āđ€āļ­āļ‡āļŠัāļāļŦāļ™่āļ­āļĒāđ€āļžื่āļ­āđƒāļŦ้āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāđ€āļˆ็āļšāļŠ้āļģāļ„่āļ­āļĒāđ† āļŦāļēāļĒāđ„āļ› āļ™ั่āļ‡āđ€āļ‡ีāļĒāļšāđ† āļŸัāļ‡āđāļĨāļ°āļŠัāļĄāļœัāļŠ āļ„ุāļ“āļ­āļēāļˆāļŠัāļĄāļœัāļŠāđ„āļ”้āļ§่āļēāļĨูāļāļŠāļēāļĒāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ„ุāļ“āļ­āļĒู่āļĢāļ­āļšāļ•ัāļ§āļ„ุāļ“ āđ€āļ‚āļēāđ„āļĄ่āđ„āļ”้āļˆāļēāļāđ„āļ›

Hugs from a distance. I know how hard grief is. I can only tell you that while the grief never heals, it does get better. You won't always be this raw and in this much physical pain. Take things minute by minute if that's all you can handle. You will come out on the other side. A very different person, but you will come out. Hang in there.



āļāļ­āļ”āļˆāļēāļāļĢāļ°āļĒāļ°āđ„āļāļĨ āļ‰ัāļ™āļĢู้āļ§่āļēāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāđ€āļĻāļĢ้āļēāđ‚āļĻāļāļ™ั้āļ™āļĒāļēāļāđ€āļžีāļĒāļ‡āđƒāļ” āļ‰ัāļ™āļšāļ­āļāļ„ุāļ“āđ„āļ”้āđ€āļžีāļĒāļ‡āļ§่āļēāđāļĄ้āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāđ€āļĻāļĢ้āļēāđ‚āļĻāļāļˆāļ°āđ„āļĄ่āđ€āļ„āļĒāļŦāļēāļĒ āđāļ•่āļĄัāļ™āļˆāļ°āļ”ีāļ‚ึ้āļ™ āļ„ุāļ“āļˆāļ°āđ„āļĄ่āļĢู้āļŠึāļāđ€āļˆ็āļšāļ›āļ§āļ”āđāļĨāļ°āđ€āļˆ็āļšāļ›āļ§āļ”āļ—āļēāļ‡āļāļēāļĒāļĄāļēāļāļ‚āļ™āļēāļ”āļ™ี้āļ•āļĨāļ­āļ”āđ€āļ§āļĨāļē āļ„่āļ­āļĒāđ† āļ—āļģāļ—ีāļĨāļ°āļ™āļēāļ—ีāļ–้āļēāļ„ุāļ“āļĢัāļšāļĄืāļ­āđ„āļ”้ āļ„ุāļ“āļˆāļ°āļœ่āļēāļ™āļĄัāļ™āđ„āļ›āđ„āļ”้ āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļ„āļ™āļ—ี่āđāļ•āļāļ•่āļēāļ‡āđ„āļ›āļˆāļēāļāđ€āļ”ิāļĄāļĄāļēāļ āđāļ•่āļ„ุāļ“āļˆāļ°āļœ่āļēāļ™āļĄัāļ™āđ„āļ›āđ„āļ”้ āļ­āļ”āļ—āļ™āđ„āļ§้



What triggers death at old age?

I was a weekly visitor to an old neighbor, 93 year old, who was in a nursing home. He was physically not so good, not sick, and still had his full wits.

One day he said: it is coming to an end.

I asked him why he said that and he answered: I feel it.

So he felt his body and life was coming to an end.

But he did not die instantaneously, but I noticed he was indeed fading away.

My last visit he was still in bed in the afternoon. I poured him a glass of port, which relieved him a little, and we talked. Again he said it was coming to an end. I did not believe him, made him promise he would not sneak away so I could come back the day after. But he did, that night, without any pain just like a candle burning out.

I believe that something in our system, cells, whatever at some time of life, decides it has been enough. And then you die, which he did. So lifetime triggers death, it was enough and he agreed with that. I have witnessed this more than once, life coming to the end.


Is it easier for men to live without women, or for women to live without men?

Fair Warning: I have absolutely no research to support this answer. I just have experience delivering Meals on Wheels.


The elderly women I have encountered living alone on my routes during the past five years seem to manage life much better than the men who are also on their own. The women often crave human contact, and I plan my routes at times around planning to spend 15 minutes or so “visiting” with some of them. But they remain engaged in life, wanting to know about my day, relating tales about children or grandkids, etc.

Many of the men seem shut off and enclosed in their own sad little world. They take the meals, no smiles, no inquires. Also, I’ve noticed, no pets. Most of my ladies have cats (dogs are hard on the elderly) and I sometimes drop off Meow Mix or treats. Almost all the men have no animals.

And they seem sadder and more isolated because of it.

AGAIN: ABSOLUTELY NO PROVEN RESEARCH TO ANY OF THIS. But, in my experience, the women handle life better than the men.

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My personal opinion is that it is easier for women to live without men, for the following reasons:


It is easier for women to get social support outside marriage. Single women are accepted into new social groups much more easily than single men are. Single men are often viewed with suspicion and will need to be vetted more before being accepted.

I cannot find satisfaction with many largely shallow emotional connections. I want one person with whom I have a deep connection, and I stand on the strength of that foundation to power all my other relationships. Women, on the other hand, seem perfectly OK with spreading themselves thin. They like having a large number of friends, each of which supply one aspect of connection.

Men typically feel uncomfortable without access to sex. And without a steady partner, very few men are in a position to have access to this. Not so for women. Women seem fine with or without access to regular sex. If they do want sex, all they have to do is to pick one their friends and send a message. Very few men will refuse the offer.

These are my reasons. It isn't because, as some virulent feminists claim, we men need “a nurse or a purse”. Most men I know have plenty of money. I clean house and take care of myself. There is really nothing that I rely on my wife to do in that department. But true companionship is something that men need women for.



Is it really worth it to live for over 80 years?

Is it really worth it to live to over 80 years? I mean you would have a decreased quality of life. And a lot of the people you know would start to die off.

Having passed my 89th birthday in July, I have to say that it beats the alternative.

If I had died at 79 I would not have experienced watching the granddaughter that I have helped care for since she was a baby, grow into a little girl who just beams love at her Papa and her Nana. (As do her three older sisters.)

I would not be here to be engaged in a new family adventure taking place this year.

And my quality of life is just fine. For example, I recently had cataract surgery on both eyes and now can see without glasses for the first time in 40 years.

Yes, I don't run any marathons. But I never did.

Most people seem to think I still make sense when I answer questions on Quora (except for a couple of folks I had to block -- you know who you are).

I still drive, do the shopping.

I watch movies on a big screen at home.

It's still a good life.


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I’m 79 and don’t feel a day past 40. People always guess my age to be in the upper 50s. I look in the mirror and simply can’t relate to being 79. I live by the adage that aging is a process, growing old is a choice. And I made the choice as far back as when I was a teenager that I’d live at least to be 100. 

I started exercising at age 12 and soon came to realize how much better I felt about myself because I was always in such great shape. Now at 79 I’m still exercising every day plus walking 3 to 5 miles per day in addition to the exercise routine. I maintain a positive attitude about life even though my wife is slipping away due to dementia. And it’s the exercise, walking, and my attitude that help keep me mentally and physically in shape to care for her in addition to still finding enjoyment in my own life. It’s not a matter of is it worth it to live to over 80, it’s a matter of how hard are you willing to work at maintaining your health to make life worth living at any age? Get the word “old” out of your life, get active, be positive, stay involved, live for today, quit counting at what age “old” happens. In my life it will never happen.



How do I live alone with no love, friends, or family?

I am 82 yrs. old and I live by myself. All my friends have died or are in the nursing home. Family members won’t(or don’t) do anything to help. I have some medical problems and have to travel 50 miles(round trip) to see my doctors or go to hospital. I do not have one person I can call when I need any help with anything. 

āļ‰ัāļ™āļ­āļēāļĒุ 82 āļ›ีāđāļĨāļ°āļ­āļēāļĻัāļĒāļ­āļĒู่āļ„āļ™āđ€āļ”ีāļĒāļ§ āđ€āļžื่āļ­āļ™āđ† āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļŠีāļĒāļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļŦāļĄāļ”āđāļĨ้āļ§āļŦāļĢืāļ­āļ­āļĒู่āļ—ี่āļš้āļēāļ™āļžัāļāļ„āļ™āļŠāļĢāļē āļŠāļĄāļēāļŠิāļāđƒāļ™āļ„āļĢāļ­āļšāļ„āļĢัāļ§āđ„āļĄ่āļŠ่āļ§āļĒāļ­āļ°āđ„āļĢāđ€āļĨāļĒ āļ‰ัāļ™āļĄีāļ›ัāļāļŦāļēāļŠุāļ‚āļ āļēāļžāļšāļēāļ‡āļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ‡āđāļĨāļ°āļ•้āļ­āļ‡āđ€āļ”ิāļ™āļ—āļēāļ‡āđ„āļ›āļāļĨัāļš 50 āđ„āļĄāļĨ์āđ€āļžื่āļ­āđ„āļ›āļžāļšāđāļžāļ—āļĒ์āļŦāļĢืāļ­āđ„āļ›āđ‚āļĢāļ‡āļžāļĒāļēāļšāļēāļĨ āļ‰ัāļ™āđ„āļĄ่āļĄีāđƒāļ„āļĢāđ€āļĨāļĒāļ—ี่āļˆāļ°āđ‚āļ—āļĢāļŦāļēāđ€āļĄื่āļ­āļ•้āļ­āļ‡āļāļēāļĢāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļŠ่āļ§āļĒāđ€āļŦāļĨืāļ­āđƒāļ™āđ€āļĢื่āļ­āļ‡āđƒāļ”āđ†

Right now I am having excruciating pain in my left leg and hip. I went to Dr. at a walk clinic near me. He sent me to get a CT scan the next morning. My pain was so bad, I had to have a wheelchair to go back into the X-ray area. I felt sure I had a blood clot because the pain was so severe. But the scan didn't show anything wrong. 

āļ•āļ­āļ™āļ™ี้āļ‰ัāļ™āļĄีāļ­āļēāļāļēāļĢāļ›āļ§āļ”āļ‚āļēāļ‹้āļēāļĒāđāļĨāļ°āļŠāļ°āđ‚āļžāļāļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ‡āļĢุāļ™āđāļĢāļ‡ āļ‰ัāļ™āđ„āļ›āļŦāļēāļŦāļĄāļ­āļ—ี่āļ„āļĨิāļ™ิāļāđ€āļ”ิāļ™āđƒāļāļĨ้āļš้āļēāļ™ āļŦāļĄāļ­āļŠ่āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āđ„āļ›āļ—āļģāļ‹ีāļ—ีāļŠāđāļāļ™āđƒāļ™āđ€āļŠ้āļēāļ§ัāļ™āļĢุ่āļ‡āļ‚ึ้āļ™ āļ­āļēāļāļēāļĢāļ›āļ§āļ”āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āđāļĒ่āļĄāļēāļāļˆāļ™āļ•้āļ­āļ‡āđƒāļŠ้āļĢāļ–āđ€āļ‚็āļ™āđ€āļžื่āļ­āļāļĨัāļšāđ€āļ‚้āļēāđ„āļ›āđƒāļ™āļšāļĢิāđ€āļ§āļ“āđ€āļ­็āļāļ‹์āđ€āļĢāļĒ์ āļ‰ัāļ™āļĢู้āļŠึāļāđāļ™่āđƒāļˆāļ§่āļēāļĄีāļĨิ่āļĄāđ€āļĨืāļ­āļ”āđ€āļžāļĢāļēāļ°āļ›āļ§āļ”āļĄāļēāļ āđāļ•่āļāļēāļĢāļŠāđāļāļ™āđ„āļĄ่āļžāļšāļŠิ่āļ‡āļœิāļ”āļ›āļāļ•ิāđƒāļ”āđ†

Today the pain is worse. I took 2 hydrocodone 10/ 325 twice and they didn't even phase the pain. I can't even walk without my cane., and can hardly even do that because of the pain. I don't know what I'm going to do. I have asked God to just speak the words to end my pain. I know He can do all things. Please keep me in your prayers!

āļ§ัāļ™āļ™ี้āļ›āļ§āļ”āļŦāļ™ัāļāļ‚ึ้āļ™ āļ‰ัāļ™āļิāļ™āđ„āļŪāđ‚āļ”āļĢāđ‚āļ„āļ”āļ­āļ™ 10/325 2 āđ€āļĄ็āļ” 2 āļ„āļĢั้āļ‡ āđāļ•่āļĒāļēāđ„āļĄ่āļšāļĢāļĢāđ€āļ—āļēāļ­āļēāļāļēāļĢāļ›āļ§āļ”āđ€āļĨāļĒ āļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļ”ิāļ™āđ„āļĄ่āđ„āļ”้āđ€āļĨāļĒāļ–้āļēāđ„āļĄ่āļĄีāđ€āļืāļ­āļ āđāļĨāļ°āđāļ—āļšāļˆāļ°āđ€āļ”ิāļ™āđ„āļĄ่āđ„āļ”้āļ”้āļ§āļĒāļ‹้āļģāđ€āļžāļĢāļēāļ°āļ›āļ§āļ”āļĄāļēāļ āļ‰ัāļ™āđ„āļĄ่āļĢู้āļ§่āļēāļˆāļ°āļ—āļģāļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ‡āđ„āļĢāļ”ี āļ‰ัāļ™āļ‚āļ­āđƒāļŦ้āļžāļĢāļ°āđ€āļˆ้āļēāļ•āļĢัāļŠāđ€āļžื่āļ­āļĒุāļ•ิāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāđ€āļˆ็āļšāļ›āļ§āļ”āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™ āļ‰ัāļ™āļĢู้āļ§่āļēāļžāļĢāļ°āļ­āļ‡āļ„์āļ—āļģāđ„āļ”้āļ—ุāļāļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ‡ āđ‚āļ›āļĢāļ”āļ­āļ˜ิāļĐāļāļēāļ™āđ€āļœื่āļ­āļ‰ัāļ™āļ”้āļ§āļĒ!


What three things should a person avoid once they are past 70 years old?

I have been 70 now for a few months. Here are the things I choose to avoid from now til the day I leave this mortal coil


#1-the scorn of others for things I choose to do in my daily life. I refuse to have anyone tell me that what I wear, what I eat, what I do with my time isn’t what I should be doing. So what if I garden in my pajamas til noon. So what if I eat ice cream instead of a healthy balanced meal. So what if I decide one day to go solo hiking. So what if I read banned books. All of this is my choice and it does not affect anyone but me.

āļ­ัāļ™āļ”ัāļš 1 - āļāļēāļĢāļ”ูāļ–ูāļāđ€āļŦāļĒีāļĒāļ”āļŦāļĒāļēāļĄāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļœู้āļ­ื่āļ™āļ•่āļ­āļŠิ่āļ‡āļ—ี่āļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļĨืāļ­āļāļ—āļģāđƒāļ™āļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļ›āļĢāļ°āļˆāļģāļ§ัāļ™ āļ‰ัāļ™āđ„āļĄ่āļĒāļ­āļĄāđƒāļŦ้āđƒāļ„āļĢāļĄāļēāļšāļ­āļāļ§่āļēāļŠิ่āļ‡āļ—ี่āļ‰ัāļ™āđƒāļŠ่ āļŠิ่āļ‡āļ—ี่āļ‰ัāļ™āļิāļ™ āļŠิ่āļ‡āļ—ี่āļ‰ัāļ™āļ—āļģāđƒāļ™āđ€āļ§āļĨāļēāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āđ„āļĄ่āđƒāļŠ่āļŠิ่āļ‡āļ—ี่āļ‰ัāļ™āļ„āļ§āļĢāļ—āļģ āđāļĨ้āļ§āđ„āļ‡āļ–้āļēāļ‰ัāļ™āļ—āļģāļŠāļ§āļ™āđƒāļ™āļŠุāļ”āļ™āļ­āļ™āļˆāļ™āļ–ึāļ‡āđ€āļ—ี่āļĒāļ‡ āđāļĨ้āļ§āđ„āļ‡āļ–้āļēāļ‰ัāļ™āļิāļ™āđ„āļ­āļĻāļāļĢีāļĄāđāļ—āļ™āļ­āļēāļŦāļēāļĢāļ—ี่āļĄีāļ›āļĢāļ°āđ‚āļĒāļŠāļ™์āļ„āļĢāļšāļ–้āļ§āļ™ āđāļĨ้āļ§āđ„āļ‡āļ–้āļēāļ‰ัāļ™āļ•ัāļ”āļŠิāļ™āđƒāļˆāđ„āļ›āđ€āļ”ิāļ™āļ›่āļēāļ„āļ™āđ€āļ”ีāļĒāļ§āđƒāļ™āļ§ัāļ™āļŦāļ™ึ่āļ‡ āđāļĨ้āļ§āđ„āļ‡āļ–้āļēāļ‰ัāļ™āļ­่āļēāļ™āļŦāļ™ัāļ‡āļŠืāļ­āļ•้āļ­āļ‡āļŦ้āļēāļĄ āļ—ั้āļ‡āļŦāļĄāļ”āļ™ี้āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļ—āļēāļ‡āđ€āļĨืāļ­āļāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āđāļĨāļ°āļĄัāļ™āđ„āļĄ่āļŠ่āļ‡āļœāļĨāļ•่āļ­āđƒāļ„āļĢāļ™āļ­āļāļˆāļēāļāļ•ัāļ§āļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļ­āļ‡

#2-I avoid unpleasant people. I do not need you in my life if you don’t make me happy. I can certainly tolerate āļ—้āļ­- āđ€āļŦāļĢ่ - āđ€āļĢāļ—  those who sometimes disagree with me as long as they can do so respectfully.

#2- āļ‰ัāļ™āļŦāļĨีāļāđ€āļĨี่āļĒāļ‡āļ„āļ™āļ—ี่āđ„āļĄ่āļ™่āļēāļžāļ­āđƒāļˆ āļ‰ัāļ™āđ„āļĄ่āļ•้āļ­āļ‡āļāļēāļĢāļ„ุāļ“āđƒāļ™āļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āļ–้āļēāļ„ุāļ“āđ„āļĄ่āļ—āļģāđƒāļŦ้āļ‰ัāļ™āļĄีāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļŠุāļ‚ āļ‰ัāļ™āļŠāļēāļĄāļēāļĢāļ– āļ­āļ”āļ—āļ™āļ•่āļ­ āļ„āļ™āļ—ี่āđ„āļĄ่āđ€āļŦ็āļ™āļ”้āļ§āļĒāļัāļšāļ‰ัāļ™āđ„āļ”้āļ•āļĢāļēāļšāđ€āļ—่āļēāļ—ี่āļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļēāļŠāļēāļĄāļēāļĢāļ–āļ—āļģāđ€āļŠ่āļ™āļ™ั้āļ™āļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ‡āđ€āļ„āļēāļĢāļž

#3-I avoid convention. Convention is boring. I don’t have enough time left in my life to do boring things. I want flash, and bang, and wow some times. I want fireworks and dazzling sunsets.āļƒ

#3- āļ‰ัāļ™āļŦāļĨีāļāđ€āļĨี่āļĒāļ‡āļ˜āļĢāļĢāļĄāđ€āļ™ีāļĒāļĄāļ›āļĢāļ°āđ€āļžāļ“ี āļ˜āļĢāļĢāļĄāđ€āļ™ีāļĒāļĄāļ›āļĢāļ°āđ€āļžāļ“ีāđ€āļ›็āļ™āđ€āļĢื่āļ­āļ‡āļ™่āļēāđ€āļšื่āļ­ āļ‰ัāļ™āđ„āļĄ่āļĄีāđ€āļ§āļĨāļēāđ€āļŦāļĨืāļ­āļĄāļēāļāļžāļ­āđƒāļ™āļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļ—ี่āļˆāļ°āļ—āļģāļŠิ่āļ‡āļ—ี่āļ™่āļēāđ€āļšื่āļ­ āļ‰ัāļ™āļ­āļĒāļēāļāđ„āļ”้āđāļŠāļ‡āđāļŸāļĨāļŠ āđ€āļŠีāļĒāļ‡āļ”ัāļ‡ āđāļĨāļ°āļ§้āļēāļ§āļš้āļēāļ‡āļšāļēāļ‡āļ„āļĢั้āļ‡ āļ‰ัāļ™āļ•้āļ­āļ‡āļāļēāļĢāļ”āļ­āļāđ„āļĄ้āđ„āļŸāđāļĨāļ°āļžāļĢāļ°āļ­āļēāļ—ิāļ•āļĒ์āļ•āļāļ—ี่āļ•āļĢāļ°āļāļēāļĢāļ•āļē


Why do old people get tired so easily?

My grandmother used to live in a gated 55+ community, and every morning she would go out early, before it got too hot, and walk two miles. She was in her eighties then, and as she walked past her neighbors sitting on their front porches, they’d say “You’re so good to walk every day. I should walk too.” She’d say “Well, I go at six every morning, you’re welcome to join me,” but they never would. She lived to be ninety-one, and until the last year of her life, she lived in her own home, looked after herself, and kept taking that two-mile walk every morning. As she got close to ninety, she slowed down a bit, and started using a cane for long walks (she nicknamed it “Gertie”) but she never ended up housebound or in a wheelchair like a lot of those neighbors, some of whom were 20 years younger than she was.

āļ„ุāļ“āļĒāļēāļĒāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļ„āļĒāļ­āļēāļĻัāļĒāļ­āļĒู่āđƒāļ™āļŠุāļĄāļŠāļ™āļ—ี่āļĄีāļĢั้āļ§āļĢāļ­āļšāļ‚āļ­āļšāļŠิāļ”āļŠāļģāļŦāļĢัāļšāļ„āļ™āļ­āļēāļĒุ 55 āļ›ีāļ‚ึ้āļ™āđ„āļ› āđāļĨāļ°āļ—ุāļāđ€āļŠ้āļēāđ€āļ˜āļ­āļˆāļ°āļ­āļ­āļāđ„āļ›āļ™āļ­āļāļš้āļēāļ™āđāļ•่āđ€āļŠ้āļē āļ่āļ­āļ™āļ—ี่āļ­āļēāļāļēāļĻāļˆāļ°āļĢ้āļ­āļ™āđ€āļิāļ™āđ„āļ› āđāļĨāļ°āđ€āļ”ิāļ™āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļĢāļ°āļĒāļ°āļ—āļēāļ‡ 2 āđ„āļĄāļĨ์ āļ•āļ­āļ™āļ™ั้āļ™āđ€āļ˜āļ­āļ­āļēāļĒุ 80 āđāļĨ้āļ§ āđāļĨāļ°āđ€āļĄื่āļ­āđ€āļ˜āļ­āđ€āļ”ิāļ™āļœ่āļēāļ™āđ€āļžื่āļ­āļ™āļš้āļēāļ™āļ—ี่āļ™ั่āļ‡āļ­āļĒู่āļšāļ™āļĢāļ°āđ€āļšีāļĒāļ‡āļŦāļ™้āļēāļš้āļēāļ™ āļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļēāļˆāļ°āļžูāļ”āļ§่āļē "āļ„ุāļ“āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļ„āļ™āļ”ีāļĄāļēāļāļ—ี่āđ€āļ”ิāļ™āļ—ุāļāļ§ัāļ™ āļ‰ัāļ™āļ็āļ„āļ§āļĢāļˆāļ°āđ€āļ”ิāļ™āđ€āļŦāļĄืāļ­āļ™āļัāļ™" āđ€āļ˜āļ­āļˆāļ°āļžูāļ”āļ§่āļē "āļ‰ัāļ™āļ­āļ­āļāđ„āļ›āļ•āļ­āļ™ 6 āđ‚āļĄāļ‡āđ€āļŠ้āļēāļ—ุāļāļ§ัāļ™ āļĒิāļ™āļ”ีāļ•้āļ­āļ™āļĢัāļšāļ—ี่āļˆāļ°āļĢ่āļ§āļĄāđ€āļ”ิāļ™āļัāļšāļ‰ัāļ™" āđāļ•่āļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļēāđ„āļĄ่āđ€āļ„āļĒāļ—āļģāđ€āļĨāļĒ āđ€āļ˜āļ­āļĄีāļ­āļēāļĒุāļ–ึāļ‡ 91 āļ›ี āđāļĨāļ°āļˆāļ™āļāļĢāļ°āļ—ั่āļ‡āļ›ีāļŠุāļ”āļ—้āļēāļĒāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļŠีāļ§ิāļ• āđ€āļ˜āļ­āļ­āļēāļĻัāļĒāļ­āļĒู่āļ—ี่āļš้āļēāļ™āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ•ัāļ§āđ€āļ­āļ‡ āļ”ูāđāļĨāļ•ัāļ§āđ€āļ­āļ‡ āđāļĨāļ°āđ€āļ”ิāļ™āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļĢāļ°āļĒāļ°āļ—āļēāļ‡ 2 āđ„āļĄāļĨ์āļ—ุāļāđ€āļŠ้āļē āđ€āļĄื่āļ­āđ€āļ˜āļ­āļ­āļēāļĒุāđƒāļāļĨ้ 90 āļ›ี āđ€āļ˜āļ­āđ€āļĢิ่āļĄāđ€āļ”ิāļ™āļŠ้āļēāļĨāļ‡āđ€āļĨ็āļāļ™้āļ­āļĒ āđāļĨāļ°āđ€āļĢิ่āļĄāđƒāļŠ้āđ„āļĄ้āđ€āļ—้āļēāđƒāļ™āļāļēāļĢāđ€āļ”ิāļ™āļĢāļ°āļĒāļ°āđ„āļāļĨ (āđ€āļ˜āļ­āļ•ั้āļ‡āļŠื่āļ­āđ€āļĨ่āļ™āļ§่āļē "āđ€āļāļ­āļĢ์āļ•ี้") āđāļ•่āđ€āļ˜āļ­āļ็āđ„āļĄ่āđ€āļ„āļĒāļ•้āļ­āļ‡āļ•ิāļ”āļš้āļēāļ™āļŦāļĢืāļ­āļ•้āļ­āļ‡āļ™ั่āļ‡āļĢāļ–āđ€āļ‚็āļ™āđ€āļŦāļĄืāļ­āļ™āđ€āļžื่āļ­āļ™āļš้āļēāļ™āļŦāļĨāļēāļĒāđ† āļ„āļ™ āļ‹ึ่āļ‡āļšāļēāļ‡āļ„āļ™āļ­āļēāļĒุāļ™้āļ­āļĒāļāļ§่āļēāđ€āļ˜āļ­ 20 āļ›ี

To sum up, as a doctor once told me, the less you do, the less you’ll be able to do, and the more you do, the more you’ll be able to do—obviously, you’ve got to know your body, and your health and rest when you need it, but if you wrap yourself in cotton wool because you’re “old and tired,” pretty soon you won’t be able to do anything.

āļŠāļĢุāļ›āđāļĨ้āļ§ āļ„ุāļ“āļŦāļĄāļ­āđ€āļ„āļĒāļšāļ­āļāļ‰ัāļ™āļ§่āļē āļĒิ่āļ‡āļ—āļģāļ™้āļ­āļĒāđ€āļ—่āļēāđ„āļĢ āļ„ุāļ“āļ็āļˆāļ°āļĒิ่āļ‡āļ—āļģāļ­āļ°āđ„āļĢāđ„āļ”้āļ™้āļ­āļĒāļĨāļ‡āđ€āļ—่āļēāļ™ั้āļ™ āđāļĨāļ°āļĒิ่āļ‡āļ—āļģāļĄāļēāļāđ€āļ—่āļēāđ„āļĢ āļ„ุāļ“āļ็āļˆāļ°āļĒิ่āļ‡āļ—āļģāļ­āļ°āđ„āļĢāđ„āļ”้āļĄāļēāļāļ‚ึ้āļ™āđ€āļ—่āļēāļ™ั้āļ™ āđāļ™่āļ™āļ­āļ™āļ§่āļēāļ„ุāļ“āļ•้āļ­āļ‡āļĢู้āļˆัāļāļĢ่āļēāļ‡āļāļēāļĒāđāļĨāļ°āļŠุāļ‚āļ āļēāļžāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ„ุāļ“ āđāļĨāļ°āļžัāļāļœ่āļ­āļ™āđ€āļĄื่āļ­āļˆāļģāđ€āļ›็āļ™ āđāļ•่āļ–้āļēāļ„ุāļ“āđ€āļ­āļēāļ•ัāļ§āđ€āļ­āļ‡āļŦ่āļ­āļ”้āļ§āļĒāļŠāļģāļĨีāđ€āļžāļĢāļēāļ°āļ„ุāļ“ “āđāļ่āđāļĨāļ°āđ€āļŦāļ™ื่āļ­āļĒāļĨ้āļē” āđ„āļĄ่āļ™āļēāļ™āļ„ุāļ“āļ็āļˆāļ°āđ„āļĄ่āļĄีāļ­āļ°āđ„āļĢāļ—āļģāđ„āļ”้āđ€āļĨāļĒ


How hard has old-age hit you?

Someone said to me the 70’s are the decade of transition. For many of us, that is so true. I am 72 and in the past three years have had four orthpedic surgeries. Now my knee is numb down to my foot. The docs say give it a year and see how things are then. I really wonder if the L3/L4 nerves will ever calm down because I can’t imagine it continuing like it is today. So how do you accept what forever health problems you are dealing with? It is hard to accept that it is out of my control.


Facts of Life :

Dame Judi Dench, “One day, a young woman asked me:

“What do you think about being old?”

“āļ„ุāļ“āļ„ิāļ”āļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ‡āđ„āļĢāļัāļšāļāļēāļĢāđāļ่āļ•ัāļ§āļĨāļ‡”


I thought aging was a gift.
āļ‰ัāļ™āļ„ิāļ”āļ§่āļēāļāļēāļĢāđāļ่āļ•ัāļ§āļĨāļ‡āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‚āļ§ัāļ

I wouldn't change anything I have for a few less wrinkles and a flat stomach.

āļ‰ัāļ™āļˆāļ°āđ„āļĄ่āđ€āļ›āļĨี่āļĒāļ™āđāļ›āļĨāļ‡āļ­āļ°āđ„āļĢāļ—ั้āļ‡āļ™ั้āļ™āđ€āļžื่āļ­āļĢิ้āļ§āļĢāļ­āļĒāļ—ี่āļĨāļ”āļĨāļ‡āđāļĨāļ°āļŦāļ™้āļēāļ—้āļ­āļ‡āļ—ี่āđāļšāļ™āļĢāļēāļš

Who cares if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 in the morning and then sleep until who knows how much?

āđƒāļ„āļĢāļŠāļ™āļĨ่āļ°āļ§่āļēāļ‰ัāļ™āļˆāļ°āđ€āļĨืāļ­āļāļ­่āļēāļ™āļŦāļ™ัāļ‡āļŠืāļ­āļŦāļĢืāļ­āđ€āļĨ่āļ™āļ„āļ­āļĄāļžิāļ§āđ€āļ•āļ­āļĢ์āļˆāļ™āļ–ึāļ‡āļ•ี 4 āđāļĨ้āļ§āļ™āļ­āļ™āļˆāļ™āļ–ึāļ‡āļ•ี 4 āļ็āđ„āļĄ่āļĢู้āļŠิāļ™āļ°

Who cares if I dance alone listening to '50s music?

āđƒāļ„āļĢāļŠāļ™āļĨ่āļ°āļ§่āļēāļ‰ัāļ™āļˆāļ°āđ€āļ•้āļ™āļ„āļ™āđ€āļ”ีāļĒāļ§āļŸัāļ‡āđ€āļžāļĨāļ‡āļĒุāļ„ 50 āđ„āļ”้āļĒัāļ‡āđ„āļ‡

What if I later wanted to cry for a lost love?

āđāļĨ้āļ§āļ–้āļēāļ§ัāļ™āļŦāļĨัāļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āļ­āļĒāļēāļāļĢ้āļ­āļ‡āđ„āļŦ้āđƒāļŦ้āļัāļšāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļĢัāļāļ—ี่āļŠูāļāđ€āļŠีāļĒāđ„āļ›āļĨ่āļ°

And if I walk on the beach in a bathing suit and walk my chubby body and sink between the waves, swinging at them, despite those still wearing bikinis... they'll be old too if they're lucky.

āđāļĨāļ°āļ–้āļēāļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļ”ิāļ™āļšāļ™āļŠāļēāļĒāļŦāļēāļ”āđƒāļ™āļŠุāļ”āļ§่āļēāļĒāļ™้āļģ āđ€āļ”ิāļ™āļ”้āļ§āļĒāļĢ่āļēāļ‡āļāļēāļĒāļ—ี่āļ­้āļ§āļ™āļāļĨāļĄāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™ āđāļĨāļ°āļˆāļĄāļ”ิ่āļ‡āļĨāļ‡āđ„āļ›āļ—่āļēāļĄāļāļĨāļēāļ‡āļ„āļĨื่āļ™ āđāļāļ§่āļ‡āđ„āļāļ§āđ„āļ›āļĄāļē āđāļĄ้āļ§่āļēāļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļēāļˆāļ°āļĒัāļ‡āđƒāļŠ่āļšิāļิāļ™ี่āļ­āļĒู่āļ็āļ•āļēāļĄ... āļ–้āļēāđ‚āļŠāļ„āļ”ี āļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļēāļ็āļ„āļ‡āļˆāļ°āđāļ่āđ€āļŦāļĄืāļ­āļ™āļัāļ™

I'm proud that I lived long enough to have my hair done gray and keep my youth's smile, since there were still no such deep marks on my face.
āļ‰ัāļ™āļ ูāļĄิāđƒāļˆāļ—ี่āļ‰ัāļ™āļĄีāļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļ­āļĒู่āļ™āļēāļ™āļžāļ­āļ—ี่āļˆāļ°āđ„āļ§้āļœāļĄāļŦāļ‡āļ­āļāđāļĨāļ°āļĢัāļāļĐāļēāļĢāļ­āļĒāļĒิ้āļĄāđāļŦ่āļ‡āļ§ัāļĒāđ€āļĒāļēāļ§์āđ€āļ­āļēāđ„āļ§้āđ„āļ”้ āđ€āļžāļĢāļēāļ°āđƒāļšāļŦāļ™้āļēāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āļĒัāļ‡āļ„āļ‡āđ„āļĄ่āļĄีāļĢāļ­āļĒāļĨึāļāļ‚āļ™āļēāļ”āļ™ั้āļ™

I don't want to complain about what wasn't or worry about what will happen. For the time I have left, I will simply love life as I have done it to this day.''

āļ‰ัāļ™āđ„āļĄ่āļ­āļĒāļēāļāļš่āļ™āđ€āļี่āļĒāļ§āļัāļšāļŠิ่āļ‡āļ—ี่āļĒัāļ‡āđ„āļĄ่āđ€āļิāļ”āļ‚ึ้āļ™āļŦāļĢืāļ­āļัāļ‡āļ§āļĨāļ§่āļēāļˆāļ°āđ€āļิāļ”āļ­āļ°āđ„āļĢāļ‚ึ้āļ™ āļŠāļģāļŦāļĢัāļšāļŠ่āļ§āļ‡āđ€āļ§āļĨāļēāļ—ี่āđ€āļŦāļĨืāļ­āļ­āļĒู่ āļ‰ัāļ™āļˆāļ°āļĢัāļāļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ‡āļ—ี่āļ—āļģāļĄāļēāļˆāļ™āļ–ึāļ‡āļ—ุāļāļ§ัāļ™āļ™ี้


Is it really worth it to live for over 80 years?

āļ„ุ้āļĄāđ„āļŦāļĄāļ—ี่āļ•้āļ­āļ‡āļĄีāļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļ­āļĒู่āļ–ึāļ‡ 80 āļ›ี?


I have a neighbor friend who is 82, and she is doing awesome. She walks up and down hills every day She visits all the home-bound neighbors and brightens their days. She does her yard work and takes care of her home with minimal help from her sons. She likes living by herself and has no desire to meet up with any more men. She is a widow now and loves all the freedom she has. She is an inspiration to us all. She never goes to a doctor and is so healthy! So, it’s worth every minute you get in this life.

āļ‰ัāļ™āļĄีāđ€āļžื่āļ­āļ™āļš้āļēāļ™āļ­āļēāļĒุ 82 āļ›ี āđāļĨāļ°āđ€āļ˜āļ­āļ็āļŠāļšāļēāļĒāļ”ี āđ€āļ˜āļ­āđ€āļ”ิāļ™āļ‚ึ้āļ™āļĨāļ‡āđ€āļ™ิāļ™āđ€āļ‚āļēāļ—ุāļāļ§ัāļ™ āđ€āļ˜āļ­āđ„āļ›āđ€āļĒี่āļĒāļĄāđ€āļžื่āļ­āļ™āļš้āļēāļ™āļ—ี่āļ•ิāļ”āļš้āļēāļ™āļ—ุāļāļ„āļ™āđāļĨāļ°āļ—āļģāđƒāļŦ้āļ§ัāļ™āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļēāļŠāļ”āđƒāļŠāļ‚ึ้āļ™ āđ€āļ˜āļ­āļ”ูāđāļĨāļŠāļ§āļ™āđāļĨāļ°āļ”ูāđāļĨāļš้āļēāļ™āđ‚āļ”āļĒāđ„āļ”้āļĢัāļšāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļŠ่āļ§āļĒāđ€āļŦāļĨืāļ­āđ€āļžีāļĒāļ‡āđ€āļĨ็āļāļ™้āļ­āļĒāļˆāļēāļāļĨูāļāļŠāļēāļĒ āđ€āļ˜āļ­āļŠāļ­āļšāļ­āļĒู่āļ„āļ™āđ€āļ”ีāļĒāļ§āđāļĨāļ°āđ„āļĄ่āļ­āļĒāļēāļāļžāļšāļ›āļ°āļัāļšāļœู้āļŠāļēāļĒāļ­ีāļāļ•่āļ­āđ„āļ› āļ•āļ­āļ™āļ™ี้āđ€āļ˜āļ­āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļĄ่āļēāļĒāđāļĨāļ°āļĢัāļāļ­ิāļŠāļĢāļ°āļ—ุāļāļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ‡āļ—ี่āđ€āļ˜āļ­āļĄี āđ€āļ˜āļ­āđ€āļ›็āļ™āđāļĢāļ‡āļšัāļ™āļ”āļēāļĨāđƒāļˆāđƒāļŦ้āļžāļ§āļāđ€āļĢāļēāļ—ุāļāļ„āļ™ āđ€āļ˜āļ­āđ„āļĄ่āđ€āļ„āļĒāđ„āļ›āļŦāļēāļŦāļĄāļ­āđ€āļĨāļĒāđāļĨāļ°āļŠุāļ‚āļ āļēāļžāđāļ‚็āļ‡āđāļĢāļ‡āļĄāļēāļ! āļ”ัāļ‡āļ™ั้āļ™āļ—ุāļāļ™āļēāļ—ีāļ—ี่āļ„ุāļ“āļĄีāđƒāļ™āļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļ™ี้āļˆึāļ‡āļ„ุ้āļĄāļ„่āļēāļัāļšāđ€āļ§āļĨāļē

Why do elderly individuals live alone, particularly if they have offspring who can provide for their financial and other needs?

āļ—āļģāđ„āļĄāļœู้āļŠูāļ‡āļ­āļēāļĒุāļˆึāļ‡āļ­āļēāļĻัāļĒāļ­āļĒู่āļ„āļ™āđ€āļ”ีāļĒāļ§ āđ‚āļ”āļĒāđ€āļ‰āļžāļēāļ°āļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ‡āļĒิ่āļ‡āļ–้āļēāļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļēāļĄีāļĨูāļāļ—ี่āļŠāļēāļĄāļēāļĢāļ–āļ”ูāđāļĨāđ€āļĢื่āļ­āļ‡āļāļēāļĢāđ€āļ‡ิāļ™āđāļĨāļ°āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļ•้āļ­āļ‡āļāļēāļĢāļ­ื่āļ™āđ† āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļēāđ„āļ”้

After losing my wife to cancer a dozen years ago, I lived alone in the home we had owned for nearly forty years. That first year or so was not easy, of course, because of the loss. But I knew I would be okay - I just had to adjust to my new life without her. But living alone itself was not difficult.

āļŦāļĨัāļ‡āļˆāļēāļāļ—ี่āļŠูāļāđ€āļŠีāļĒāļ āļĢāļĢāļĒāļēāđ„āļ›āļ”้āļ§āļĒāđ‚āļĢāļ„āļĄāļ°āđ€āļĢ็āļ‡āđ€āļĄื่āļ­āļŠิāļšāļŠāļ­āļ‡āļ›ีāļ่āļ­āļ™ āļ‰ัāļ™āļ­āļēāļĻัāļĒāļ­āļĒู่āļ„āļ™āđ€āļ”ีāļĒāļ§āđƒāļ™āļš้āļēāļ™āļ—ี่āđ€āļĢāļēāđ€āļ›็āļ™āđ€āļˆ้āļēāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļĄāļēāđ€āļืāļ­āļšāļŠี่āļŠิāļšāļ›ี āļ›ีāđāļĢāļāļ™ั้āļ™āđ„āļĄ่āļ‡่āļēāļĒāđ€āļĨāļĒāđāļ™่āļ™āļ­āļ™āđ€āļžāļĢāļēāļ°āļāļēāļĢāļŠูāļāđ€āļŠีāļĒāļ„āļĢั้āļ‡āļ™ี้ āđāļ•่āļ‰ัāļ™āļĢู้āļ§่āļēāļ‰ัāļ™āļˆāļ°āđ„āļĄ่āđ€āļ›็āļ™āđ„āļĢ āļ‰ัāļ™āđāļ„่āļ•้āļ­āļ‡āļ›āļĢัāļšāļ•ัāļ§āđƒāļŦ้āđ€āļ‚้āļēāļัāļšāļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āđƒāļŦāļĄ่āļ—ี่āđ„āļĄ่āļĄีāđ€āļ˜āļ­āļ­āļĒู่ āđāļ•่āļāļēāļĢāļ­āļĒู่āļ„āļ™āđ€āļ”ีāļĒāļ§āļ™ั้āļ™āđ„āļĄ่āđƒāļŠ่āđ€āļĢื่āļ­āļ‡āļĒāļēāļ

Even though I was in my seventies at the time, I was active, had lots of friends, and had activities I enjoyed - including hiking and golf and taking road trips. I returned to teaching at the university half-time for a few years. And from time to time would either visit our adult son in San Francisco or he would come ‘home’ for visits. Living alone was not difficult, just different. Although alone, I never felt lonely.

āđāļĄ้āļ§่āļēāļ•āļ­āļ™āļ™ั้āļ™āļ‰ัāļ™āļˆāļ°āļ­āļēāļĒุāđ€āļˆ็āļ”āļŠิāļšāļāļ§่āļēāđāļĨ้āļ§ āđāļ•่āļ‰ัāļ™āļ็āļĒัāļ‡āļāļĢāļ°āļ•ืāļ­āļĢืāļ­āļĢ้āļ™ āļĄีāđ€āļžื่āļ­āļ™āļĄāļēāļāļĄāļēāļĒ āđāļĨāļ°āļĄีāļิāļˆāļāļĢāļĢāļĄāļ—ี่āļŠāļ­āļšāļ—āļģ āđ€āļŠ่āļ™ āđ€āļ”ิāļ™āļ›่āļē āđ€āļĨ่āļ™āļāļ­āļĨ์āļŸ āđāļĨāļ°āļ‚ัāļšāļĢāļ–āļ—่āļ­āļ‡āđ€āļ—ี่āļĒāļ§ āļ‰ัāļ™āļāļĨัāļšāđ„āļ›āļŠāļ­āļ™āļŦāļ™ัāļ‡āļŠืāļ­āļ—ี่āļĄāļŦāļēāļ§ิāļ—āļĒāļēāļĨัāļĒāļ„āļĢึ่āļ‡āļ§ัāļ™āđ€āļ›็āļ™āđ€āļ§āļĨāļēāļŠāļ­āļ‡āļŠāļēāļĄāļ›ี āđāļĨāļ°āđƒāļ™āļšāļēāļ‡āļ„āļĢั้āļ‡āļˆāļ°āđ„āļ›āđ€āļĒี่āļĒāļĄāļĨูāļāļŠāļēāļĒāļ§ัāļĒāļœู้āđƒāļŦāļ่āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āđ€āļĢāļēāļ—ี่āļ‹āļēāļ™āļŸāļĢāļēāļ™āļ‹ิāļŠāđ‚āļāļŦāļĢืāļ­āđ€āļ‚āļēāļāļĨัāļšāļĄāļē "āļš้āļēāļ™" āđ€āļžื่āļ­āđ€āļĒี่āļĒāļĄāđ€āļĒีāļĒāļ™ āļāļēāļĢāđƒāļŠ้āļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļ„āļ™āđ€āļ”ีāļĒāļ§āđ„āļĄ่āđƒāļŠ่āđ€āļĢื่āļ­āļ‡āļĒāļēāļ āđ€āļžีāļĒāļ‡āđāļ•่āđāļ•āļāļ•่āļēāļ‡ āđāļĄ้āļ§่āļēāļ‰ัāļ™āļˆāļ°āļ­āļĒู่āļ„āļ™āđ€āļ”ีāļĒāļ§ āđāļ•่āļ‰ัāļ™āđ„āļĄ่āđ€āļ„āļĒāļĢู้āļŠึāļāđ€āļŦāļ‡āļēāđ€āļĨāļĒ


Because age resistance is not for the faint of heart or body. You may hear seniors say, “Old age is not for sissies!” They’re right.

āđ€āļžāļĢāļēāļ°āļāļēāļĢāļ•่āļ­āļ•้āļēāļ™āļ§ัāļĒāđ„āļĄ่āđ„āļ”้āļĄีāđ„āļ§้āļŠāļģāļŦāļĢัāļšāļ„āļ™āđƒāļˆāļ­่āļ­āļ™āļŦāļĢืāļ­āļĢ่āļēāļ‡āļāļēāļĒāļ­่āļ­āļ™āđāļ­ āļ„ุāļ“āļ­āļēāļˆāđ„āļ”้āļĒิāļ™āļĢุ่āļ™āļžี่āļžูāļ”āļ§่āļē “āļ§ัāļĒāļŠāļĢāļēāđ„āļĄ่āđ€āļŦāļĄāļēāļ°āļัāļšāļ™้āļ­āļ‡āļŠāļēāļ§!” āļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļēāļžูāļ”āļ–ูāļ

Background: I fight aging with mostly clean eating, yoga, weights, cardio, sunscreen, eye cream, face serum, vitamins, supplements, and getting my hair highlighted every other month. My health is very good and my doctors are amazed when I tell them I’m 67, but… It’s not easy. My husband and I have lived very straight lives. We’re nonsmokers and very light social drinkers. Please let me explain.

āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāđ€āļ›็āļ™āļĄāļē: āļ‰ัāļ™āļ•่āļ­āļŠู้āļัāļšāļ§ัāļĒāļŠāļĢāļēāļ”้āļ§āļĒāļāļēāļĢāļิāļ™āļ„āļĨีāļ™āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļŠ่āļ§āļ™āđƒāļŦāļ่ āđ‚āļĒāļ„āļ° āļĒāļāļ™้āļģāļŦāļ™ัāļ āļ„āļēāļĢ์āļ”ิāđ‚āļ­ āļ„āļĢีāļĄāļัāļ™āđāļ”āļ” āļ„āļĢีāļĄāļšāļģāļĢุāļ‡āļĢāļ­āļšāļ”āļ§āļ‡āļ•āļē āđ€āļ‹āļĢั่āļĄāļŠāļģāļŦāļĢัāļšāļŦāļ™้āļē āļ§ิāļ•āļēāļĄิāļ™ āļ­āļēāļŦāļēāļĢāđ€āļŠāļĢิāļĄ āđāļĨāļ°āļ—āļģāđ„āļŪāđ„āļĨāļ—์āļœāļĄāļ—ุāļ āđ† āđ€āļ”ืāļ­āļ™ āļŠุāļ‚āļ āļēāļžāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āļ”ีāļĄāļēāļ āđāļĨāļ°āļŦāļĄāļ­āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āļ็āļ›āļĢāļ°āļŦāļĨāļēāļ”āđƒāļˆāđ€āļĄื่āļ­āļ‰ัāļ™āļšāļ­āļāļ§่āļēāļ‰ัāļ™āļ­āļēāļĒุ 67 āđāļĨ้āļ§ āđāļ•่… āļĄัāļ™āđ„āļĄ่āļ‡่āļēāļĒāđ€āļĨāļĒ āļ‰ัāļ™āđāļĨāļ°āļŠāļēāļĄีāļĄีāļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļ—ี่āļ•āļĢāļ‡āđ„āļ›āļ•āļĢāļ‡āļĄāļēāļĄāļēāļ āđ€āļĢāļēāđ€āļ›็āļ™āļ„āļ™āđ„āļĄ่āļŠูāļšāļšุāļŦāļĢี่āđāļĨāļ°āļ”ื่āļĄāļŠัāļ‡āļŠāļĢāļĢāļ„์āļ™้āļ­āļĒāļĄāļēāļ āļāļĢุāļ“āļēāđƒāļŦ้āļ‰ัāļ™āļ­āļ˜ิāļšāļēāļĒ.

By the time most people hit 60 or 65, something has happened to them.

āđ€āļĄื่āļ­āļ„āļ™āļŠ่āļ§āļ™āđƒāļŦāļ่āļ­āļēāļĒุ 60 āļŦāļĢืāļ­ 65 āļ›ี āļĄีāļšāļēāļ‡āļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ‡āđ€āļิāļ”āļ‚ึ้āļ™āļัāļšāļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļē

https://www.quora.com/search?q=%20Aging%20with%20an%20Attitude


 What does it feel like to be really old knowing death is imminent?āļ­ิ๊āļĄāļĄิāđāļ™้āļ™āļ—์ = āđƒāļāļĨ้ āđ€āļ‚้āļēāļĄāļē

I am really old, and I know death is imminent

Most of my friends have passed away, and of those remaining, they suffer from health problems in some way

I am myself totally deaf and partially blindāļ•āļēāļšāļ­āļ”āļšāļēāļ‡āļŠ่āļ§āļ™  I live by myself


I am writing this at 6am in the morning

āļ‰ัāļ™āđāļ่āđāļĨ้āļ§āļˆāļĢิāļ‡āđ† āđāļĨāļ°āļ‰ัāļ™āļĢู้āļ§่āļēāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļ•āļēāļĒāļˆāļ§āļ™āļˆāļ°āđ€āļ‚้āļēāļĄāļēāđāļĨ้āļ§

āđ€āļžื่āļ­āļ™āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āļŠ่āļ§āļ™āđƒāļŦāļ่āđ€āļŠีāļĒāļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āđ„āļ›āđāļĨ้āļ§ āđāļĨāļ°āđƒāļ™āļˆāļģāļ™āļ§āļ™āļ—ี่āđ€āļŦāļĨืāļ­āļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļēāļ›āļĢāļ°āļŠāļšāļ›ัāļāļŦāļēāļŠุāļ‚āļ āļēāļžāđ„āļĄ่āļ—āļēāļ‡āđƒāļ”āļ็āļ—āļēāļ‡āļŦāļ™ึ่āļ‡

āļ‰ัāļ™āļŦูāļŦāļ™āļ§āļāđ‚āļ”āļĒāļŠิ้āļ™āđ€āļŠิāļ‡āđāļĨāļ°āļ•āļēāļšāļ­āļ”āļšāļēāļ‡āļŠ่āļ§āļ™āđƒāļ™āļ—ี่āļ™ี้ āļ‰ัāļ™āļ­āļĒู่āđ„āļ”้āļ”้āļ§āļĒāļ•ัāļ§āđ€āļ­āļ‡

āļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļ‚ีāļĒāļ™āļŠิ่āļ‡āļ™ี้āļ•āļ­āļ™ 6 āđ‚āļĄāļ‡āđ€āļŠ้āļē


Today, if the weather is fine

I will go for a walk

I will chat with friends

I will do my shopping

I will do my laundry

I will feed the cat

I will tidy up what needs to be done

I will put out the garbage

āļ§ัāļ™āļ™ี้āļ–้āļēāļ­āļēāļāļēāļĻāļ”ี

āļ‰ัāļ™āļˆāļ°āđ„āļ›āđ€āļ”ิāļ™āđ€āļĨ่āļ™

āļ‰ัāļ™āļˆāļ°āļ„ุāļĒāļัāļšāđ€āļžื่āļ­āļ™

āļ‰ัāļ™āļˆāļ°āļŠāļ­āļ›āļ›ิ้āļ‡āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™

āļ‰ัāļ™āļˆāļ°āļ‹ัāļāļœ้āļēāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™

āļ‰ัāļ™āļˆāļ°āđ€āļĨี้āļĒāļ‡āđāļĄāļ§

āļ‰ัāļ™āļˆāļ°āļˆัāļ”āļŠิ่āļ‡āļ—ี่āļ•้āļ­āļ‡āļ—āļģāđƒāļŦ้āđ€āļĢีāļĒāļšāļĢ้āļ­āļĒ

āļ‰ัāļ™āļˆāļ°āļ—ิ้āļ‡āļ‚āļĒāļ°


I will do what most people do who are not really old and know that death is imminent. Because there is no feeling of being old

āļ‰ัāļ™āļˆāļ°āļ—āļģāļŠิ่āļ‡āļ—ี่āļ„āļ™āļŠ่āļ§āļ™āđƒāļŦāļ่āļ—āļģāļ‹ึ่āļ‡āļĒัāļ‡āđ„āļĄ่āđāļ่āđāļĨāļ°āļĢู้āļ§่āļēāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļ•āļēāļĒāļ­āļĒู่āđƒāļāļĨ้āļ•ัāļ§ āđ€āļžāļĢāļēāļ°āđ„āļĄ่āļĄีāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļĢู้āļŠึāļāđāļ่āđ€āļĨāļĒ


There is a feeling that you can't do what you used to do

There is a feeling that you might lose your independence, or if you already have, a feeling that you should try and do as much as you can by yourself

There is a feeling that you should spend as much time as possible with those you like to be with


āļĄีāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļĢู้āļŠึāļāļ§่āļēāļ„ุāļ“āđ„āļĄ่āļŠāļēāļĄāļēāļĢāļ–āļ—āļģāļŠิ่āļ‡āļ—ี่āļ„ุāļ“āđ€āļ„āļĒāļ—āļģ

āļĄีāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļĢู้āļŠึāļāļ§่āļēāļ­āļēāļˆāļˆāļ°āļŠูāļāđ€āļŠีāļĒāļ­ิāļŠāļĢāļ āļēāļžāļŦāļĢืāļ­āļ–้āļēāļĄีāļ­āļĒู่āđāļĨ้āļ§āļ็āļĄีāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļĢู้āļŠึāļāļ§่āļēāļ„āļ§āļĢāļžāļĒāļēāļĒāļēāļĄāļ—āļģāđ€āļ­āļ‡āđƒāļŦ้āļĄāļēāļāļ—ี่āļŠุāļ”āđ€āļ—่āļēāļ—ี่āļˆāļ°āļ—āļģāđ„āļ”้āļ”้āļ§āļĒāļ•ัāļ§āđ€āļ­āļ‡

āļĄีāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļĢู้āļŠึāļāļ§่āļēāļ„ุāļ“āļ„āļ§āļĢāđƒāļŠ้āđ€āļ§āļĨāļēāļัāļšāļ„āļ™āļ—ี่āļ„ุāļ“āļŠāļ­āļšāļ­āļĒู่āļ”้āļ§āļĒāđƒāļŦ้āļĄāļēāļāļ—ี่āļŠุāļ”


There is a feeling that time is precious. Of course, it always was, but one becomes more aware of it

There is a feeling that many things one does will be done for the last time

āļĄีāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļĢู้āļŠึāļāļ§่āļēāđ€āļ§āļĨāļēāđ€āļ›็āļ™āļŠิ่āļ‡āļĄีāļ„่āļē āđāļ™่āļ™āļ­āļ™āļ§่āļēāđ€āļ›็āļ™āđ€āļŠ่āļ™āļ™ั้āļ™āđ€āļŠāļĄāļ­āļĄāļē āđāļ•่āļ็āļĄีāļ„āļ™āļ•āļĢāļ°āļŦāļ™ัāļāļĢู้āļĄāļēāļāļ‚ึ้āļ™

āļĄีāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļĢู้āļŠึāļāļ§่āļēāļŦāļĨāļēāļĒāļŠิ่āļ‡āļŦāļĨāļēāļĒāļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ‡āļ—ี่āđ€āļĢāļēāļ—āļģāļˆāļ°āļ—āļģāđ€āļ›็āļ™āļ„āļĢั้āļ‡āļŠุāļ”āļ—้āļēāļĒ


There are passing thoughts about those who respect you because you are old, and about those that dismiss you because you are old

āļĄีāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļ„ิāļ”āļœ่āļēāļ™āđ† āđ€āļี่āļĒāļ§āļัāļšāļ„āļ™āļ—ี่āđ€āļ„āļēāļĢāļžāļ„ุāļ“āđ€āļžāļĢāļēāļ°āļ„ุāļ“āđāļ่ āđāļĨāļ°āđ€āļี่āļĒāļ§āļัāļšāļ„āļ™āļ—ี่āđ„āļĨ่āļ„ุāļ“āđ€āļžāļĢāļēāļ°āļ„ุāļ“āđāļ่


There is the aspect that life is changing fast with all the new advances that inundate us daily

There is the aspect of life that nothing changes

āļĄีāļ”้āļēāļ™āļŦāļ™ึ่āļ‡āļ—ี่āļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āđ€āļ›āļĨี่āļĒāļ™āđāļ›āļĨāļ‡āļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ‡āļĢāļ§āļ”āđ€āļĢ็āļ§āļžāļĢ้āļ­āļĄāļัāļšāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļ้āļēāļ§āļŦāļ™้āļēāđƒāļŦāļĄ่āđ† āļ—ี่āļ—่āļ§āļĄāļ—้āļ™āđ€āļĢāļēāļ—ุāļāļ§ัāļ™

āļĄีāđāļ‡่āļĄุāļĄāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļ—ี่āđ„āļĄ่āļĄีāļ­āļ°āđ„āļĢāđ€āļ›āļĨี่āļĒāļ™āđāļ›āļĨāļ‡


Mothers still smile at their babies

Children are still enthralled with their first pet

Learning to ride a bike is still as much fun as starting a company

Blowing out your birthday candles is still as satisfying at eighty as it was at eight

āļĄāļēāļĢāļ”āļēāļĒัāļ‡āļ„āļ‡āļĒิ้āļĄāđƒāļŦ้āļĨูāļāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ•āļ™

āđ€āļ”็āļāđ† āļĒัāļ‡āļ„āļ‡āļŦāļĨāļ‡āđƒāļŦāļĨāļัāļšāļŠัāļ•āļ§์āđ€āļĨี้āļĒāļ‡āļ•ัāļ§āđāļĢāļāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļē

āļāļēāļĢāđ€āļĢีāļĒāļ™āļĢู้āļāļēāļĢāļ‚ี่āļˆัāļāļĢāļĒāļēāļ™āļĒัāļ‡āļ„āļ‡āļŠāļ™ุāļāļžāļ­āđ† āļัāļšāļāļēāļĢāļ่āļ­āļ•ั้āļ‡āļšāļĢิāļĐัāļ—

āļāļēāļĢāđ€āļ›่āļēāđ€āļ—ีāļĒāļ™āļ§ัāļ™āđ€āļิāļ”āļ•āļ­āļ™āļ­āļēāļĒุ 80 āļĒัāļ‡āļ„āļ‡āļ™่āļēāļžึāļ‡āļžāļ­āđƒāļˆāļžāļ­āđ† āļัāļšāļ•āļ­āļ™āđāļ›āļ”āđ‚āļĄāļ‡


It is not that death is imminent that is important, but that when the curtain comes down, the audience leaves with a sense of satisfaction

āđ„āļĄ่āđƒāļŠ่āļŠิ่āļ‡āļŠāļģāļ„ัāļāļ§่āļēāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļ•āļēāļĒāđƒāļāļĨ้āđ€āļ‚้āļēāļĄāļē āđāļ•่āđ€āļĄื่āļ­āļĄ่āļēāļ™āļ›ิāļ”āļĨāļ‡ āļœู้āļŸัāļ‡āļ็āļˆāļēāļāđ„āļ›āļ”้āļ§āļĒāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļžāļ­āđƒāļˆ


As someone once said The World is a stage

You played your part for what it was worth

You take your bow

and leave

āļ”ัāļ‡āļ—ี่āđ€āļ„āļĒāļĄีāļ„āļ™āļāļĨ่āļēāļ§āđ„āļ§้āļ§่āļēāđ‚āļĨāļāļ„ืāļ­āđ€āļ§āļ—ี

āļ„ุāļ“āđ€āļĨ่āļ™āļšāļ—āļšāļēāļ—āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ„ุāļ“āđ€āļžื่āļ­āļŠิ่āļ‡āļ—ี่āļ„ุ้āļĄāļ„่āļē

āļ„ุāļ“āđ‚āļ„้āļ‡āļ„āļģāļ™ัāļš

āđāļĨāļ°āļˆāļēāļāđ„āļ›


EDIT


I am surprised at the number of responses this answer has received, and in particular from young people concerned about getting old


I am 84. My generation is probably the last generation to get old in the usual sense of 'getting old'


My predicted life expectancy is 81.5 years so I am already living on borrowed time

But 1 in 4 people will live past 100, and the first person to live to 150 is alive now. It may be me http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-2011425/The-person-reach-150-alive--soon-live-THOUSAND-claims-scientist.html


But living for a long while is not the same as getting old

The normal image for an old person is 



Loneliness

Loss of faculties

Becoming dependent on others

Being out of touch with the world

Constant illness

Confusion

Being house bound



āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāđ€āļŦāļ‡āļē

āļāļēāļĢāļŠูāļāđ€āļŠีāļĒāļ„āļ“āļēāļˆāļēāļĢāļĒ์

āļāļĨāļēāļĒāđ€āļ›็āļ™āļ—ี่āļžึ่āļ‡āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļœู้āļ­ื่āļ™

āļ‚āļēāļ”āļāļēāļĢāļ•ิāļ”āļ•่āļ­āļัāļšāđ‚āļĨāļ

āđ€āļˆ็āļšāļ›่āļ§āļĒāļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ‡āļ•่āļ­āđ€āļ™ื่āļ­āļ‡

āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļŠัāļšāļŠāļ™

āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļ„āļ™āļ•ิāļ”āļš้āļēāļ™


Not being able to contribute to society

Unmotivated

Losing close friends

Living in the past

Finding young people impatient

Not being catered for in the world generally

But perhaps the worst thing is being viewed as old


āđ„āļĄ่āļŠāļēāļĄāļēāļĢāļ–āļŠ่āļ§āļĒāđ€āļŦāļĨืāļ­āļŠัāļ‡āļ„āļĄāđ„āļ”้

āđ„āļĄ่āļĄีāđāļĢāļ‡āļšัāļ™āļ”āļēāļĨāđƒāļˆ

āļŠูāļāđ€āļŠีāļĒāđ€āļžื่āļ­āļ™āļŠāļ™ิāļ—

āļĄีāļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļ­āļĒู่āđƒāļ™āļ­āļ”ีāļ•

āđ€āļˆāļ­āļŦāļ™ุ่āļĄāđƒāļˆāļĢ้āļ­āļ™.

āđ„āļĄ่āđ„āļ”้āļĢัāļšāļāļēāļĢāļ•āļ­āļšāļŠāļ™āļ­āļ‡āđƒāļ™āđ‚āļĨāļāđ‚āļ”āļĒāļ—ั่āļ§āđ„āļ›

āđāļ•่āļšāļēāļ‡āļ—ีāļŠิ่āļ‡āļ—ี่āđāļĒ่āļ—ี่āļŠุāļ”āļ็āļ„ืāļ­āļāļēāļĢāļ–ูāļāļĄāļ­āļ‡āļ§่āļēāđāļ่



I used to practice judo, but I don't now. That's because I haven't practised for many years. But age is not the problem. There are people of my age who still practice it Lu Zijian 118 Wudang Martial Arts Master Lu Zijian 118 Wudang Martial Arts Master

āļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļ„āļĒāļึāļāļĒูāđ‚āļ” āđāļ•่āļ•āļ­āļ™āļ™ี้āđ„āļĄ่āđāļĨ้āļ§ āļ™ั่āļ™āđ€āļ›็āļ™āđ€āļžāļĢāļēāļ°āļ‰ัāļ™āđ„āļĄ่āđ„āļ”้āļึāļāļ‹้āļ­āļĄāļĄāļēāļŦāļĨāļēāļĒāļ›ีāđāļĨ้āļ§ āđāļ•่āļ­āļēāļĒุāđ„āļĄ่āđƒāļŠ่āļ›ัāļāļŦāļē āļĄีāļ„āļ™āđƒāļ™āļĢุ่āļ™āđ€āļ”ีāļĒāļ§āļัāļšāļ‰ัāļ™āļ—ี่āļĒัāļ‡āļ„āļ‡āļึāļāļāļ™āļ­āļĒู่


I used to play guitar in a band. I don't now. But I could if I wanted to. There are plenty of professional musicians of my age and older who do. Les Paul was still playing at 90

āļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļ„āļĒāđ€āļĨ่āļ™āļีāļ•āļēāļĢ์āđƒāļ™āļ§āļ‡āļ”āļ™āļ•āļĢี āļ‰ัāļ™āļ—āļģāđ„āļĄ่āđ„āļ”้āļ•āļ­āļ™āļ™ี้ āđāļ•่āļ‰ัāļ™āļ—āļģāđ„āļ”้āļ–้āļēāļ‰ัāļ™āļ•้āļ­āļ‡āļāļēāļĢ āļĄีāļ™ัāļāļ”āļ™āļ•āļĢีāļĄืāļ­āļ­āļēāļŠีāļžāļ­āļēāļĒุāđ€āļ—่āļēāļ‰ัāļ™āļ‚ึ้āļ™āđ„āļ›āļĄāļēāļāļĄāļēāļĒāļ—ี่āļ—āļģāđāļšāļšāļ™ั้āļ™ āđ€āļĨāļŠ āļ›āļ­āļĨ āļĒัāļ‡āđ€āļĨ่āļ™āļ­āļĒู่āļ—ี่ 90



I used to go scuba diving. I don't now. But I could. My friend Reg Vallintine was teaching into his 80's and is still active in the eld

āļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļ„āļĒāđ„āļ›āļ”āļģāļ™้āļģ āļ‰ัāļ™āļ—āļģāđ„āļĄ่āđ„āļ”้āļ•āļ­āļ™āļ™ี้ āđāļ•่āļ‰ัāļ™āļ—āļģāđ„āļ”้ Reg Vallintine āđ€āļžื่āļ­āļ™āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āļŠāļ­āļ™āļĄāļēāļ•āļ­āļ™āļ­āļēāļĒุ 80 āđāļĨ้āļ§āđāļĨāļ°āļĒัāļ‡āļ„āļ‡āļ—āļģāļ‡āļēāļ™āļ­āļĒู่āđƒāļ™āđ‚āļĢāļ‡āđ€āļĢีāļĒāļ™āđ€āļ่āļē

https://www.google.co.uk/search?q=reg+vallintine+scuba+diver&ie=utf-8&oe=utf-8&aq=t&rls=org.mozilla:en-GB:official&client=firefox-a&channel=sb&gfe_rd=cr&ei=-SExVLPlO-jH8gfm5YHADA


I used to be a sailor, but I am not now, though I could be


http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/asia/japan/8771085/Worlds-oldest-sailor-arrives-home-in-Japan-after-solo-journey-around-globe.html


It is not age that prevents one doing these things, providing ones health is OK, but ones priorities with the time available

āđ„āļĄ่āđƒāļŠ่āļ­āļēāļĒุāļ—ี่āļ‚ัāļ”āļ‚āļ§āļēāļ‡āđ„āļĄ่āđƒāļŦ้āļ—āļģāļŠิ่āļ‡āđ€āļŦāļĨ่āļēāļ™ี้ āļāļēāļĢāļĄีāļŠุāļ‚āļ āļēāļžāļ—ี่āļ”ีāđ€āļ›็āļ™āđ€āļĢื่āļ­āļ‡āļ›āļāļ•ิ āđāļ•่āđƒāļŦ้āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļŠāļģāļ„ัāļāļัāļšāđ€āļ§āļĨāļēāļ—ี่āļĄี


I am a writer. I have published two books this year, and have others with publishers. I have nine websites and blog, and write daily on Quora, and have been TW for 2015-2016

āļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļ™ัāļāđ€āļ‚ีāļĒāļ™ āļ›ีāļ™ี้āļ‰ัāļ™āđ„āļ”้āļ•ีāļžิāļĄāļž์āļŦāļ™ัāļ‡āļŠืāļ­āļŠāļ­āļ‡āđ€āļĨ่āļĄāđāļĨāļ°āļĄีāđ€āļĨ่āļĄāļ­ื่āļ™ āđ† āļัāļšāļœู้āļˆัāļ”āļžิāļĄāļž์āļ”้āļ§āļĒ āļ‰ัāļ™āļĄีāđ€āļ§็āļšāđ„āļ‹āļ•์āđāļĨāļ°āļšāļĨ็āļ­āļāđ€āļ้āļēāđāļŦ่āļ‡āđāļĨāļ°āđ€āļ‚ีāļĒāļ™āļ—ุāļāļ§ัāļ™āļšāļ™ Quora āđāļĨāļ°āđ€āļ›็āļ™ TW āđƒāļ™āļ›ี 2558-2559


āļ‰ัāļ™āļĄีāđ€āļžื่āļ­āļ™āļ„āļ™āļŦāļ™ึ่āļ‡āļ—ี่āļ­āļēāļĒุ 78 āļ›ีāđ„āļ”้āļžāļšāļัāļšāļ„āļ™āļĢัāļāđ€āļ่āļēāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āđ€āļ‚āļēāđ€āļĄื่āļ­āļŦāļāļŠิāļšāļ›ีāļ่āļ­āļ™āļ—ี่āļ§ิāļ—āļĒāļēāļĨัāļĒ āđ€āļ˜āļ­āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļĒ่āļēāļ—āļ§āļ” āļ•āļ­āļ™āļ™ี้āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļĄ่āļēāļĒ āđ€āļ‚āļēāđ„āļĄ่āđ€āļ„āļĒāđāļ•่āļ‡āļ‡āļēāļ™ āļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļēāļ•āļāļŦāļĨุāļĄāļĢัāļāļ­ีāļāļ„āļĢั้āļ‡āđāļĨāļ°āđāļ•่āļ‡āļ‡āļēāļ™āļัāļ™ āđ€āļ‚āļēāļšāļ­āļāļ§่āļēāđ€āļ‚āļēāđ„āļĄ่āđ€āļ„āļĒāļĄีāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļŠุāļ‚āļĄāļēāļāļ‚ึ้āļ™

āļ‰ัāļ™āļĄีāđ€āļžื่āļ­āļ™āļ„āļ™āļŦāļ™ึ่āļ‡āļ—ี่āļ­āļēāļĒุ 78 āļ›ีāđ„āļ”้āļžāļšāļัāļšāļ„āļ™āļĢัāļāđ€āļ่āļēāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āđ€āļ‚āļēāđ€āļĄื่āļ­āļŦāļāļŠิāļšāļ›ีāļ่āļ­āļ™āļ—ี่āļ§ิāļ—āļĒāļēāļĨัāļĒ āđ€āļ˜āļ­āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļĒ่āļēāļ—āļ§āļ” āļ•āļ­āļ™āļ™ี้āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļĄ่āļēāļĒ āđ€āļ‚āļēāđ„āļĄ่āđ€āļ„āļĒāđāļ•่āļ‡āļ‡āļēāļ™ āļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļēāļ•āļāļŦāļĨุāļĄāļĢัāļāļ­ีāļāļ„āļĢั้āļ‡āđāļĨāļ°āđāļ•่āļ‡āļ‡āļēāļ™āļัāļ™ āđ€āļ‚āļēāļšāļ­āļāļ§่āļēāđ€āļ‚āļēāđ„āļĄ่āđ€āļ„āļĒāļĄีāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļŠุāļ‚āļĄāļēāļāļāļ§่āļēāļ™ี้


I have a friend of 81 who out of loneliness took up dancing a year ago. He is now training to be a dance teacher and courting a dance teacher half his age

āļ‰ัāļ™āļĄีāđ€āļžื่āļ­āļ™āļ­āļēāļĒุ 81 āļ„āļ™āļŦāļ™ึ่āļ‡āļ‹ึ่āļ‡āđ€āļĨิāļāđ€āļŦāļ‡āļēāđāļĨ้āļ§āđ„āļ›āđ€āļ•้āļ™āļĢāļģāđ€āļĄื่āļ­āļ›ีāļ—ี่āđāļĨ้āļ§ āļ•āļ­āļ™āļ™ี้āđ€āļ‚āļēāļāļģāļĨัāļ‡āļึāļāđ€āļ›็āļ™āļ„āļĢูāļŠāļ­āļ™āđ€āļ•้āļ™āļĢāļģāđāļĨāļ°āļ”ูāđāļĨāļ„āļĢูāļŠāļ­āļ™āđ€āļ•้āļ™āļĢāļģāļ­āļēāļĒุāđ€āļžีāļĒāļ‡āļ„āļĢึ่āļ‡āļŦāļ™ึ่āļ‡āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āđ€āļ‚āļē


I have a lady friend of 76 who dates guys on the internet and then dumps them as frequently as any twenty year old

āļ‰ัāļ™āļĄีāđ€āļžื่āļ­āļ™āļœู้āļŦāļิāļ‡āļ­āļēāļĒุ 76 āļ›ีāļ‹ึ่āļ‡āļ­āļ­āļāđ€āļ”āļ—āļัāļšāļœู้āļŠāļēāļĒāļ—āļēāļ‡ āļ­ิāļ™āđ€āļ—āļ­āļĢ์āđ€āļ™็āļ•āđāļĨ้āļ§āļ—ิ้āļ‡āļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļēāļš่āļ­āļĒāļžāļ­ āđ† āļัāļšāļ­āļēāļĒุāļĒี่āļŠิāļšāļ›ี


Most of my friends of my generation are fully active.

They always were fifty or sixty years ago when I first knew them. It was because of their positive attitude to life that we became friends in the first place

āđ€āļžื่āļ­āļ™āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āļŠ่āļ§āļ™āđƒāļŦāļ่āđƒāļ™āļĢุ่āļ™āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āļāļĢāļ°āļ•ืāļ­āļĢืāļ­āļĢ้āļ™āļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ‡āđ€āļ•็āļĄāļ—ี่

āļ•āļ­āļ™āļ—ี่āļ‰ัāļ™āļĢู้āļˆัāļāļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļēāļ„āļĢั้āļ‡āđāļĢāļāđ€āļĄื่āļ­āļŦ้āļēāļŠิāļšāļŦāļĢืāļ­āļŦāļāļŠิāļšāļ›ีāļ่āļ­āļ™āđ€āļŠāļĄāļ­ āđ€āļ›็āļ™āđ€āļžāļĢāļēāļ°āļ—ัāļĻāļ™āļ„āļ•ิāđ€āļŠิāļ‡āļšāļ§āļāļ•่āļ­āļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļēāļ—ี่āļ—āļģāđƒāļŦ้āđ€āļĢāļēāļāļĨāļēāļĒāđ€āļ›็āļ™āđ€āļžื่āļ­āļ™āļัāļ™āļ•ั้āļ‡āđāļ•่āđāļĢāļ




Why you will never grow old


With the internet etc. you will never be lonely in the traditional sense

āļ”้āļ§āļĒāļ­ิāļ™āđ€āļ—āļ­āļĢ์āđ€āļ™็āļ• āļŊāļĨāļŊ āļ„ุāļ“āļˆāļ°āđ„āļĄ่āđ€āļŦāļ‡āļēāđƒāļ™āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļŦāļĄāļēāļĒāļ”ั้āļ‡āđ€āļ”ิāļĄ


With the many advances in medical appliances and related fields you will be able to care for yourself well into old age, or will allow others to care for you much easier than now

āļ”้āļ§āļĒāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļ้āļēāļ§āļŦāļ™้āļēāļĄāļēāļāļĄāļēāļĒāđƒāļ™āļ”้āļēāļ™āđ€āļ„āļĢื่āļ­āļ‡āļĄืāļ­āđāļžāļ—āļĒ์āđāļĨāļ°āļŠāļēāļ‚āļēāļ—ี่āđ€āļี่āļĒāļ§āļ‚้āļ­āļ‡ āļ„ุāļ“āļˆāļ°āļŠāļēāļĄāļēāļĢāļ–āļ”ูāđāļĨāļ•ัāļ§āđ€āļ­āļ‡āđ„āļ”้āļ”ีāđƒāļ™āļ§ัāļĒāļŠāļĢāļē āļŦāļĢืāļ­āļˆāļ°āđƒāļŦ้āļœู้āļ­ื่āļ™āļ”ูāđāļĨāļ„ุāļ“āđ„āļ”้āļ‡่āļēāļĒāļ‚ึ้āļ™āļāļ§่āļēāļ•āļ­āļ™āļ™ี้āļĄāļēāļ


With home surveillance and the internet of things, you will be largely self-dependent, secure, and in touch with those you need be

āļ”้āļ§āļĒāļāļēāļĢāđ€āļ้āļēāļĢāļ°āļ§ัāļ‡āļ—ี่āļš้āļēāļ™āđāļĨāļ°āļ­ิāļ™āđ€āļ—āļ­āļĢ์āđ€āļ™็āļ•āđƒāļ™āļ—ุāļāļŠิ่āļ‡ āļ„ุāļ“āļˆāļ°āļžึ่āļ‡āļžāļēāļ•āļ™āđ€āļ­āļ‡āđ„āļ”้āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļŦāļĨัāļ āļ›āļĨāļ­āļ”āļ ัāļĒ āđāļĨāļ°āļ•ิāļ”āļ•่āļ­āļัāļšāļŠิ่āļ‡āļ—ี่āļ„ุāļ“āļ•้āļ­āļ‡āļāļēāļĢāđ„āļ”้


As a matter of course you will become more aware of your needs to eat well, be active, and generally take care of yourself

āđāļ™่āļ™āļ­āļ™āļ§่āļēāļ„ุāļ“āļˆāļ°āļ•āļĢāļ°āļŦāļ™ัāļāļĄāļēāļāļ‚ึ้āļ™āļ–ึāļ‡āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļ•้āļ­āļ‡āļāļēāļĢāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ„ุāļ“āđƒāļ™āļāļēāļĢāļĢัāļšāļ›āļĢāļ°āļ—āļēāļ™āļ­āļēāļŦāļēāļĢāļ—ี่āļ”ี āļĄีāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļāļĢāļ°āļ‰ัāļšāļāļĢāļ°āđ€āļ‰āļ‡ āđāļĨāļ°āļ”ูāđāļĨāļ•ัāļ§āđ€āļ­āļ‡āđ‚āļ”āļĒāļ—ั่āļ§āđ„āļ›



Your work will be less stressful than the past, and you will work shorter hours. There will be more activities for you to participate in and more social events for you to join

āļ‡āļēāļ™āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ„ุāļ“āļˆāļ°āđ€āļ„āļĢีāļĒāļ”āļ™้āļ­āļĒāļĨāļ‡āļāļ§่āļēāđ€āļ”ิāļĄ āđāļĨāļ°āļ„ุāļ“āļˆāļ°āļ—āļģāļ‡āļēāļ™āļ™้āļ­āļĒāļĨāļ‡ āļˆāļ°āļĄีāļิāļˆāļāļĢāļĢāļĄāļĄāļēāļāļĄāļēāļĒāđƒāļŦ้āļ„ุāļ“āđ€āļ‚้āļēāļĢ่āļ§āļĄāđāļĨāļ°āļิāļˆāļāļĢāļĢāļĄāļ—āļēāļ‡āļŠัāļ‡āļ„āļĄāļ­ีāļāļĄāļēāļāļĄāļēāļĒāđƒāļŦ้āļ„ุāļ“āđ€āļ‚้āļēāļĢ่āļ§āļĄ


In all, though you will get old you will not be old.

You will die when your time comes, but you will not be forgotten because your life will be digitally immortalised

āđ‚āļ”āļĒāļĢāļ§āļĄāđāļĨ้āļ§āļ–ึāļ‡āđāļĄ้āļ„ุāļ“āļˆāļ°āđāļ่āđāļ•่āļ็āđ„āļĄ่āđāļ่

āļ„ุāļ“āļˆāļ°āļ•āļēāļĒāđ€āļĄื่āļ­āļ–ึāļ‡āđ€āļ§āļĨāļē āđāļ•่āļ„ุāļ“āļˆāļ°āđ„āļĄ่āļ–ูāļāļĨืāļĄāđ€āļžāļĢāļēāļ°āļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ„ุāļ“āļˆāļ°āļ–ูāļāļ—āļģāđƒāļŦ้āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļ­āļĄāļ•āļ°āļ—āļēāļ‡āļ”ิāļˆิāļ—ัāļĨ


Be thankful that your great, great, great, great, grandchildren will be able to know you, and that you live on in their genes

āļˆāļ‡āļ‚āļ­āļšāļ„ุāļ“āļ—ี่āļŦāļĨāļēāļ™āđ† āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ„ุāļ“ āļˆāļ°āļŠāļēāļĄāļēāļĢāļ–āļĢู้āļˆัāļāļ„ุāļ“ āđāļĨāļ°āļ„ุāļ“āļĄีāļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļ­āļĒู่āđƒāļ™āļŠāļēāļĒāđ€āļĨืāļ­āļ”āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļē


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