Luck?

You can grow up in a multigenerational family, join a gym of older folks, study gerontology, do whatever you will, but nothing will prepare you for the actual impersonal harshness of growing older.

It is as random as grabbing a handful of mixed seeds and tossing them in a garden to grow. In the end it depends on where the seeds came from, where they land, and the quality of rain, sun, soil as well as the weeds around them that will determine nearly everything.

Once I thought luck was another factor, but I'm not so sure about that anymore. Luck may just be the end result of a bunch of decisions made by you or the people around you.

This is truly your life.The umbilical does not stretch far beyond the womb. And when it tries, the rotting rope that binds you will only hold you back. Even words of wisdom must be taken with a grain of salt, because the salt that seasons one life, destroys the kidneys of another.

The more educational and infomercials I watch, the more I realize how little most of us fit in the stereotypes people try to stick us into. Stereotypes are necessary in a commercial society where even aging is an opportunity to make money.

I could come up with a million little phrases that strike a chord in your choir, or pull the rug out from under your feet, but if it gets too cutesy or puny, let it go!

The truth is aging is as personal as it gets and no one knows better how you feel, either physically, or emotionally than you. You may not know why you feel a particular way, but sure as ….. know how it feels and until you find something that makes it feel better, it is not for you.

One of the perks of living a long time is in learning to trust yourself. Don't lose that.

The luck of the draw counts more if you're holding the pencil.