Wanderful

Consider for a moment

That you are not old.

You age, yes

You mature, yes

But old holds the implication of decrepit and debilitated

Doddering on day to day until deceased.

But as long as you maintain a reason to smile,

Finding meaning in anything that brings you joy,

And keeping a sense of silliness in your soul

You will be young.

You are weathered and you are tired,

You’re body may not match what your youthful soul wants,

You’ve been hiking this trail for a long time

But as long as you still enjoy the view,

And appreciate the wood surrounding you

Then we will all have the luxury of living full lives

And can smile at the peak knowing we stayed true the whole way