Sunday

Elderly? Matured? Or Just Old?

As they start growing older; their hair turns grey, their eyes become smaller, their skin wrinkles and their eye sight gets shorter. But their wisdom doesn't reduce nor does their experience shrink. Then, why is it that they become dependent when they should be more independent; for they have survived the good and the bad and have travelled for miles & miles and have reached their destination successfully.

 Everybody needs attention and so do they. But they stop getting it as its human tendency to look up to the rising sun than otherwise and this fear of becoming non-existent makes them weak and insecured. Everybody likes to be loved and cared for so why should they be any different. We fail to realize this and feel sometimes that they have already got what they needed to till now; and now its our turn. Its all so confusing right??

 The gap between the new and old, the differences in opinion, the ideology of freshness. I would not say that I have figured out a solution for this but what's more important is, that I have realized it. The mantra, I feel, would be to treat all equal. To step into others' shoes and foresee the situation always helps. Any day they have lived longer than we have, they have seen much more than we have, they have done a lot more than we ever have.

 So its better to give them the credit for it; for they truly have survived the word called 'LIFE' and have lived only to make this world a better place for us. Old folks home is certainly NOT where they belong to. All they deserve is way better than being sent to a old folks home. They deserve a whole lot of care,love and respect. Nothing much, nothing less.

 “Old age is not a disease - it is strength and survivorship, triumph over all kinds of vicissitudes and disappointments, trials and illnesses.” - Maggie Kuhn

 With lots of love, Lyana.

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