It is said that
“God gives us memories so that we may have roses in December.”Memories of childhood, puberty and adolescence come rushing in as I enter this new phase of my life.
Looking back over the years past, on the things I have done, there seems to be nothing of significance that will be remembered as an outstanding achievement to remember me by. The first half of my life seemed to be spent just for fun, without any meaningful purpose. There were things I have done, which may have hurt others; some things I have done which may have helped others. There were also things I have failed to do, which may have hurt or helped others too. There are regrets and uplifting memories.
In the first half of my life there was youth, vivacious energy, audacity. There were forbidden things which were done, out of curiosity or dare. Some were done just for the fun of it or to spite the forbidding elders, and some were done for things to be learned.
There were so many things I wanted to do, and had not had the time to do it. There were dreams and dreams and dreams. Big dreams, impossible dreams, achieved dreams, dreams which remain dreams. There were childhood fantasies, adult fantasies that made life more colorful.
Adulthood was full of concern for family, my son, my career, earning a living. It was a time of starry-eyed romance, hopes and more dreams.
As I cross the threshold of middle age, I have more time in my hands, more money to spend, less responsibilities with the family, no career to pursue.
I think of my youthful dreams and fantasies. I am now more equipped and ready to pursue them. I can live my life the way I want to. Not for others, but for my self-fulfillment.
I have time to spend with others, to have real fun, to share togetherness, to renew old friendships and to have new friends.
Now, I have more time for my God, to renew my faith, to grow in his love.
I have more time to complete myself, to live the rest of my life as God planned it to be. I am in my Golden Years!
