Somebody Older

I remember reading a poem once whose point was the there is always somebody older than me. I liked that idea even then when most of the world was older than me. I still like the poem, but I am often one of the oldest people wherever I am now and I'm discovering it really doesn't matter.

We all grow at different rates and there is usually someone who got there before me. Maybe it's just because I am a slow mover, or maybe it is just because there are so many things to do and see, I can't do them all at once. Whichever it is doesn't really matter.

It mostly matters that I make connections with others and keep on learning.

I am learning that the real definition of old is a cessation of learning.

The art of living seems to be to keep pushing the boundaries and so what if one day I go over?

It's been a glorious ride!