windingdown
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- Sep 10, 2018
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Likewise, thank you for the insightful thoughts. I appreciate reading them, and find myself having many of the same ones. Today I was at an expo (an unusually busy weekend) and was observing the women in their 50s or so. I thought how they were all like me once, or like the 20-something women there. They have mainly lost their beauty, and to me, their bodies look like they are falling apart. Yet they were some of society's better-off women. I've never really observed aging in an empathetic way before recently, and almost can't believe this is just what happens to us. I bear no judgment, but just feel that there is some tragedy to it, and that it looks so physically uncomfortable. And we are all headed in just one direction.Very interesting thoughts, thank you. You're right about what you noticed in the museum. I also recently went visiting a beautiful musuem that I hadn't ever seen, and it's true what you said. I managed to get involved just because I was with close friends and I felt sort of abstracted from my "real" life and enjoyed my tour like a sort of "trip" in another dimension. But if I could isolate myself for a moment, I could feel how out of place I was there, like if I was already dead just like the mummies I was seeing lol. You are right there was only youngsters and at worst middle aged men with their sons. Older people just get through the day and I feel just like one of those, already facing death and waiting for my time to come. It's very sad destiny if I think about it. In a certain way I am happy I won't reach older age. It's the most horrifying thing see ourselves slowly falling, and when you are old you have no future, you can't have hope because you know you are near the end, so you only have anger and remorse. Maybe humans are stretching their will to live too far.
Of course, that is to say nothing of the existential reality of waking up every aging day and having many hours to fill with - hopefully something satisfying, but perhaps often not. And I do not think my observations of the physical are shallow, as these bodies are our homes, and physicality dictates a great deal of our experience in life.
I was just saying to my mom tonight about having to confront the reality of my own self-determined end at some point in life. The only question is when. It is a frightening question to have to ask, and though I always know it is pending, I can hardly bear to arrive there. It does feel unjust that my choices are to do so, or live through old age.