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How to appreciate friends...

Updated on February 21, 2010

My circle of invissible friends.

My amazing friends...

I found this on the net and thought it would bring a smile to a few faces...

I have to admit it is not my own work but I think it needs sharing... enjoy...

To all my dearest friends...

I will never, ever trade you, my awsome life, my loving and exceptional family for a few less gray hair, a flatter or firmer belly, or for all the money in the world...

As I've grown older, I've become kinder and and less critical to myself.

I am my own best friend. I don't scoff myself for eating that extra cookie, or piece of cake or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly ornament that I didn't need.

I am entitled to that long over due treat, to be messy, to be extravagant, to be me.

I have sadly seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon... before they understood the great and real freedom that comes with aging.

Whose business is it, except my boss, if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60's &70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a classic ... I will.

And this to tease you a bit!

Yes, very bulging...
Yes, very bulging...

I'll walk on the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with eager if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the modern tight arsed world. They will get old soon enough, but without the passion i have for life.

And as the years progressed, my heart has been broken seveal accasions. How can your heart not break into shreads when you lose a loved one, or a child, or when a baby is left for dead because of malnutrition, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets run over by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength, wisdom, understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.

I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things.

Bad grey hair day...

I'm not as brainy, but you know what I mean.
I'm not as brainy, but you know what I mean.

I am so blessed to have lived long and healthy enough to see my own hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my rimpled face. So many have never laughed, and continue to be sour faces, and so many have died before their hair could turn to magical silver.

Yeah, nothing further to say...

Too old to remember...
Too old to remember...

As we get older, it is easier to be positive. We care less about what other people think of us. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong, and I' proud of it!

So, to answer your question, I like to have become aged. It has set me free. It has given me passion for life. I love the old person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I'm not gonna waste any time what could have been, or what  could have done better, or worrying about what will happen tomorrow. I'm gonna have dessert every single day (if and when I feel like it).


For ever and ever...


Vissit this site about friendship and friends.


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      youmeget 6 years ago

      Whaahaha! Good hub

    • Gypsy Willow profile image

      Gypsy Willow 7 years ago from Lake Tahoe Nevada USA , Wales UK and Taupo New Zealand

      Missed this first time round. Glad you are still vigorous!

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      sameerk 7 years ago from India

      Good one

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      men are dorks 8 years ago from Namibia

      No Ellandriel, I had a great night, slept well till 9am, Life is a journey to tackle with vigour...

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      Ellandriel 8 years ago from Portugal

      Oh my ain't you having a very slushy night? (you say slushy or lame?) I'm Portuguese, sometimes I get confused ihih...

      I'm on my thirty's and at first I was anxious and annoyed with age, with failing the plans, not buying the new house, and so. See the years go by and staying the same.

      That is awful, it gets us worried with the future, feeling useless...

      I'm glad you're happy with life, I am also because I realised I have many years in front of me and most important is our health!

      And our friends and family love...