The age of acceptance

We are all going to die....eventually. That is what logic tells us. As we age we see many examples of it. Family members and friends die, pets die, plants die and we know so will we....eventually. We accept that fact and file it firmly into the back of our thoughts, trying not to dislodge it. We fight off death by trying to look younger, to feel younger, to dress younger, beat our cancer and other diseases, but it still looms on the horizon that we will all travel to....eventually.

I have a birthday coming up, so as I am apt to do each year I search for the latest and greatest anti aging creams and techniques. I remember to moisturize and mask. I think about asking for Strivectin for my birthday (a sure sign that I am getting older, when I was younger, I would have been happy with a blow job). Today while shopping for something with a stronger retinol base, it occurred to me that I never once thought that my Grandmother or Grandfather needed to look younger. They were perfect just the way they were (even if my Step Mom and maybe even my Dad might disagree with me on that one). They were the closest thing to unconditional love that I have ever experienced. And no they did not always like everything I did, but they always liked and loved me for who I was. I kept thinking about this on the way home after purchasing nothing from the anti aging section, and realized that I have never heard any of my friends say God, my Grandma looks old, she really could use some work. And no one ever says "Good grief, Grandpa, you need to get your self back in the gym". It seems to me that the modern day therapy of parenting our inner child, is a generation off. What we really need is to Grand Parent our inner children. I could use a strong does of unconditional love, and I'd also kill for some of my Grandpa's "Takkas" (he was actually saying taco's, but that was the way he pronounced it. I can not bring myself to call them mere taco's now as it would feel like insulting my Grandfather's culinary genius. Sadly the recipe died with him, much like the unconditional love that I know my whole family experienced from this special man).

Back to my point, isn't about time that we all loved our self unconditionally? What would it feel like to love more than to judge especially ourselves? I don't really know right now, but this year for my birthday, this is the gift I want. Just to love. Myself and everyone that I come in contact with. I want to love the wrinkles that I have earned over the years from smiling. I want to love the frown lines that I have earned from thinking. In short, I want to embrace and love the wisdom that I have acquired in my time here on the planet.  And then, of course, I want some more time, and what the heck, I'll take some Strivectin too!