When I get old

When I get old

When I get old I will understand that travel, new furniture, new clothes, new cars, big houses and the like are not at all important. Not that there is anything wrong with any of these things the thing is they are just things.

When I get old I will understand the priorities and places for things. Less is not necessarily best. Knowing what is needed and what is not needed. Knowing what desire and ego drive us to do. Being aware of why we have what we have. What we trade for what we gain.

When I get old I will understand that everywhere that I am holds the same joy, at all times. Be it work or on holidays it is all the same space. How can it be anything else. We make it so. A day is a day no matter where I am, once I start to downgrade workdays I need to be asking why.

When I get old who I am inside, that space which is me, will be satisfied with stillness.

When I get old I will understand that disappointment in anything is a denial of what is and sabotages the quality of life.

When I get old I will understand that I can never be disappointed in my life because I made all those decisions that created my life. I accept this.

When I get old I will embrace my age with the same joy as I did in my youth because it is only skin that contains me, the essence of me changes only with the joy I hold within me.

When I get old I will be the same as I am now, yet different. Nothing stands still yet stillness is all there is.

Yesterday I was the same as I am now, yet different. Tomorrow I will be the same as I am now, yet different. All time is the present moment in which I breathe, live and be. In the same way as all time is present all is part of me.

When I get old I will understand that all security is contain within each of us. We all have the same. How we choose to accept that is the only difference between each of us.

When I get old I will become the observer of others and I will not be judging myself or anyone else. I will simply be.

When I get old perhaps I will wonder why I did not work it out in my youth or middle age or anytime before now. Then with the wisdom obtained at any age I will be grateful I worked it out now.

Copyright © Mary Willetts 2016

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