I am growing older, there is certainly no denying that fact. Yes, I may go through my day to day life conveniently forgetting my age, but it is a fact of life that I cannot deny. It is something that we all must go through, something that no matter how hard we try, there is absolutely no way to get around it.
There are so many changes that come with growing older, some physical, some mental, and of course, emotional - both good and bad. In one aspect, if we are lucky, we are able to grow wiser by the knowledge that we gain from our experiences in life. We are able to grow stronger emotionally by learning to cope and manage through different experiences in life. This is one of the beauties of the experiences of time.
I think that many of us tend to focus on the the physical aspects of growing older. I will be the first to admit, I am not young anymore. Although I would not call myself old, the youth of my twenties is certainly behind me. I know that I do not look like I am twenty anymore, and that I cannot do with ease many of the things that I did in my teens.
But is this the worst part of growing old?
In my opinion, this is only a drop in the bucket, a single star in the vast universe, and cannot begin to touch the most difficult part of growing older. The most difficult thing about the passing of time, and seeing the seasons change is the pain of watching loved ones grow older, and then the loss of my childhood heroes.
It has been a time of changing seasons, the winds blowing the leaves as they may. I've found, more than at any other time in my life, and for more than any other reason than this, I wish for time to stand still.
I stand now, as a child, grasping to hold on to my heroes.
I stand now, as a woman, resisting the change of seasons.
But alas, as we all come to know, much to our sorrow, time stands still for none of us. We must learn to embrace the child within ourselves, treasure the heroes of our life, and hold tightly to them for as long as we can.
We must learn as adults, that through the difficult changing seasons, although it may seem that our heroes have slipped away, the treasures that they have left in our hearts, in the shaping of our lives, will always remain.
