Aging

What is it about aging that frightens us: the wrinkles, the discoloration of our fresh skin, gravity that works on all that can sag and sink? The way our hands look, our body feels, bent out of shape? Or is it competition like J. suggests: to compete with younger women, to keep a husband? Is it our self esteem, or lack thereof that makes us nip and tuck, and color our hair. When I was end thirties, one day I had put a gray flash in my hair to see how I would look 15 years, 20 years later. My colleagues were shocked. Now I experiment with color and cut, to see what I can look like now. But more important is to see what I can think now, what I want to do now, what makes me feel in tune with the Wave Structure of Matter, with all the possible universes. I guess that aging made me a bit more insecure about counting on my body doing what it is supposed to do. I think there is more growth ahead. I feel I am still just the chrysalis, waiting to become a butterfly. I have to admire Dr Scarpone: he eats right and natural and exercises and pushes himself. So he can do what he wants to do, and having a choice at all times. My futurist reminded me that the most important action towards a good future is: keeping open as many options as one can and embracing change.