A peaceful Sunday morning in Beetley. Hazy sunshine, and two new blog posts published. I was just reading this post, from another blogger. https://johnlimingsblog.wordpress.com/2017/09/03/rich-day-poor-day-in-between-day/
John Liming is an American, and fourteen years older than me. He is a long-term blogger, known for his outspoken political views, occasional rants, and no-nonsense attitude. Many may disagree with what he says, including me, at least most of the time. But he also has a lot to say about what life is like when you are older. When you have to learn to settle for a different way of life, and changing aspirations. Perhaps because I am officially older myself, I find these that thoughts frequently resonate for me, and have a poignancy that makes me become reflective too.
Behind the political diatribes, there is much to discover in John’s long history. His writing is sometimes tinged with a melancholy that I find affecting, and that makes me think about my own life.
Perhaps ‘Thinking Aloud on a Sunday’ could become a regular feature here on some Sundays, if not all of them. I’m not sure just yet, but for today, this is what I am thinking aloud.
Whether you live alone, or have a partner. If you have children and grandchildren, or none at all. If your circle of friends and social life is enormous, or very small, you can be sure of one thing. As you get older, it changes. People move away, both differences and familiarity begin to diminish contact, and the way you lived before will feel like a life led by a different person. This is not necessarily a bad thing, just part of modern life. We no longer live around the corner from our close friends, or in the same street as our relatives, in most cases.
By the time you reach a certain age, you will have lost some of your older relatives, and perhaps many of your friends too. The younger ones have to be told who you are, and where you fit into the family group. Many have never met you, nor will ever meet you. A face in a photograph, identified by their parents, as the page is turned to the next smiling person from the past. You make new contacts, but the lack of shared experience and past memories makes it harder for those to develop into what most would think of as real friendships.
You settle down into this life, accept it for what it is, and adapt to the new way of living.
Just some thoughts on a Sunday.