never grow old

best exotic marigold hotelWe watched this movie last night…the Best Exotic Marigold Hotel.

It’s a movie about a bunch of old people.

I loved it.

I told my wife, “Who would have thought that I’d love a movie about old people?”

She told me, “You’re getting old.”



I guess it really is all a matter of perspective.  I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again…it’s all a matter of perspective.

The thing about this movie is that it’s really not about old people.  These people look old…all wrinkled and gray haired…and they do start the movie as old as they can be.

By the time the movie ends… they’ve changed.

India and their circumstances have changed them.  Their relationships with each other and the people around them have changed them.

They aren’t the “same old, same old” they were when they got off the plane.

Anyway…back to me.  It’s my blog and that’s where everything is going to gravitate anyway, so why not accelerate the process and get back on topic.


I don’t really have any strong markers that tell me that I’m old.  I don’t notice that I’m aging until someone tells me, “oh…52?  You’re getting older…”

Inside, I’m still the kid who was bouncing off the walls…running into things as if I could change a path with sheer velocity.

Sure, there have been some subtle and curious reminders…gentle reminders…that I am getting older.  The first time I saw the skin on my forearm flapping in the wind a different way than I’d noticed before…that was pretty strange.  Driving down the road, minding my own business, enjoying resting my arm on the windowsill…and all of a sudden my skin is moving in the wind like a dry white sheet in a hurricane.  It was a wake up call.

“Get to the doctor for some elbow Botox”.   STAT.

We are like sausage casings for our spirits. “Dust to dust”…this all fades away, while the spirit is eternal.  What have I heard before?  “We’re all just spiritual beings having a temporary physical experience?”…something like that.

It’s just that the casing gets a little loose on all us “old sausages”.

I mean….all the other “old sausages”.

I loved this movie…I loved seeing the transformation that these characters go through.

Community and purpose…that’s where it’s at.

The fountain of youth.


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