The problem is that the old forget what it is to be young and then blame their misery on age.
Cast off your shroud, no matter how old it is and run.
Run for joy, run to feel your heart pumping and your body sweat.
Run so that your body learns that it’s not winning.
And if you can’t run, walk.
And if you can’t walk, crawl.
And if you can’t crawl, then get your ass in a wheelchair and have someone push you down a hill. You will figure something out along the ride, hopefully for the better.
Happy New Year.
As an old person, I completely agree!
And I must say that I so very love that about you.
Happy 2013 toddles my dear.