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I am currently reading Haruki Murakami’s What I talk about when I talk about running. I will write more on it when I’ve finished it, but today I came across this statement which rather caught my attention:
…one of the privileges given to those who’ve avoided dying young is the blessed right to grow old. The honour of physical decline is waiting, and you have to get used to that reality.
“The blessed right to grow old!” I like that. It is how I am going to think of myself from now on…
Whispering Gums 
I have just started reading a wonderful book called Rules for Old Men Waiting by Peter Pouncey, which is about a widower learning to adjust to the loss of a much loved wife. It is a celebration of old age and what makes it a special time of life.
Sounds good – though I’ve never heard of it or him. We seem to be at the age where topics like this interest us!!
It depends upon how old one is – for some it can be a mixed blessing but I think the trick is to live one day at a time – don’t look back and not too far forward! Carpe diem!
Wise counsel Lithe Lianas. I shall remember that should I continue to be granted the “blessed right”!