(#6082) Keeping my mind ordered

      I am not sure which will go first, my eyesight or my cognition. It is crap getting older because all the things I have taken for granted about my health are now deteriorating it seems like too soon. I still feel healthy enough to participate in society while enjoying other activities that need attending. My purpose is still with me and my future is still out in front of me. Yet my slow decline into a less sharp version of me is inevitable. I am learning this in real time as I had never heard of what it is like to comprehensively stop and reverse into regressive ability.
     Sure when I was younger it was obvious that the elderly around me had changed and were less able to function as they had preciously. The difference here is that I had no idea the struggle of it. How everything seems more difficult not so much physically but emotionally. The impetus or catalyst behind my eagerness to do what I wanted is now tempered so much that instead of being a joy it has now become less so. Not a drudgery per se but a bit less happy. Instead of being exciting it is now more a validation that I can still function on my own. Not breaking new ground but instead not giving any up.
     I can say this with perfect clarity. When I do learn something new it is a treasure to me. Even if it goes against the grain of my own character. I have a much more appreciative outlook because in essence, I am still a child ready to learn, but from a pool of information slowly receding. I don't catapult myself onto the scene anymore I slowly drift into it. I recognize all these influences and adapt to them in the best manner I am able. If anything, although I may be less so physically, my mind is remaining an alacritous organ. I have seen enough malady around me to know that any scoffing at tragedy is fools dismissal. Like the song, "Anything could Happen", life takes no advice from any of us.