It will not stand still for my young friends either, but I know now that aging is not something to fear or dread. My aging process was slow and natural. I sat by with a smile as young children playing baseball broke my windows and scrambled away in fright. I grinned when a young girl s roller-skates scarred my polished oak floors and she tried to rub them away before the scratches were noticed. I remember a grease fire that left some permanent damage to my kitchen.
Nothing lasts forever.
Nothing was meant to. Like the changing of the seasons come the changes of life. Like my young friends, I evaluated the elements that I thought would make my life successful. I thought my life would be fulfilling if I could keep my rooms occupied with a fire kindling in my fireplace, and the aroma of pie flowing from the kitchen. All these things that I thought I had to have slowly became less and less important as I found other ways to find my self worth.