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Wednesday, February 10, 2016
Growing old
email from Milroy De Silva
THIS MESSAGE IS WORTH
READING EVERY DAY WHEN YOU REACH YOUR AGE!
Don't delete this one;
you'll laugh when you see the return message.
I would never trade my
amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a
flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become kinder to myself, and less critical of
myself. I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that extra
biscuit, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I
didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my balcony. I am entitled to a treat,
to be messy, to be extravagant.
I have seen too many
dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great
freedom that comes with aging.
Whose business is it if
I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon? I
will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 50 & 60's, and if I,
at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love..... I will. I will walk the beach in
a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves
with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.
They, too, will get old.
I know I am sometimes
forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I
eventually remember the important things.
Sure, over the years my
heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one,
or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car?
But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A
heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being
imperfect.
I am so blessed to have
lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs
be forever etched into deep grooves on my face.
So many have never
laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.
As you get older, it is
easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't
question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong.
So, to
answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I
have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still
here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about
what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day (if I
feel like it).
MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER
COME APART, ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S STRAIGHT OM THE HEART!
Forward this to at least
7 people and see what happens on your screen. You will laugh your head
off!!!!!!!!!!!
Or note many of these
things do nothing, fingers crossed
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Tuesday, February 9, 2016
WHERE MUSIC TRANSCENDS
7
minutes. Three baila’s led with Wally Bastianz’s ‘viole viole’ Freddie Silva’s
‘kondumani’ and Chandrababu’s ‘ Bamara kanale..’
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Forwarded
From: Dawn
and Tilak Adelaide
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