Getting old is not one of those things I’m looking forward to anymore. Oh, yes, dear reader, I used to look forward to getting older. As a kid, I couldn’t wait to be able to drive a car, make some money, live the life that I wanted to live. I couldn’t wait to be free.
The joke was on me, however. You don’t become freer by getting older. You get tied down to more and more responsibilities when you get older. I was the freest when I was a child. My only job then was to go to school and get good grades. Heck, I didn’t really have to get good grades!
As I got older, more and more responsibilities cape upon me. First, it was chores around the house. Then came my younger siblings. Then a job. Then college and a job. Then another job. Then another job after that. Then relationships. Then a car. Making money to pay rent.
The list goes on and on.
Tonight, a very old woman told me that her husband was receiving hospice care at their home. She said this very, very sadly. I don’t know much else about their life together, but I bet it must be killing her to know that she has to let go. I bet it’s not helping him either.
Now that I’ve met my wife, I don’t want to get old. I don’t want to let go.