I am kind of lazy today, so I decided to rewrite something I found in my old journals. This was supposed to be a quick and easy task, but it ended up taking a lot of time, because I just couldn’t stop reading them. Anyway, I wrote the following letter to my friend J on Oct. 2002. I hope you’ll enjoy reading it as much as I do.
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You said, “I’m less happy than I think I should be. Is this part of getting older or something else?”
Do you know this was the first time you asked me a question? And, I do think I am qualified to give you an answer. After all, I am much older.
So, let’s talk about aging. My biggest complain about getting old is the decline of my health. My knees, back, teeth… none of them are as strong as before. I don’t run as fast and I often forget things.
But, I am more content and I am happier. I don’t irritate myself by setting impossible goals. I know my limitations well, and I am okay with having them. I accept who I am. If you can keep a secret… I really love who I am.
Freedom is another good thing that comes with aging. I don’t worry too much about what other people think. I’ve learned how different each of us can be, so I don’t get upset when someone does things differently or say things I wouldn’t say.
Being less happy because you are getting older? Not possible! Maybe you are burning out. Try to take a break from what you are doing. If you can’t take a break, at least pour yourself a glass of red wine or something.
If everything fails, count how many years you have left in this life. Can you really afford time to be less happy?
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Hmm…I was wise at one point of my life 😉
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