An Old Lady Shows The Last Beautiful Stage of Life (20 Pics)

This blog tells us about a beautiful end of life of an old lady. The old lady explains that I had never imagined that I would be able to reach this age without making a lot of noise. When I was young life passed swiftly. People were always around me, I was never short of something to do, I always had something to worry about in the morning. I had years of taking care of others and did not even bother to sit with myself. Now, in this quiet time, which is so slow, I feel something new. I am no longer afraid of old age, which has become a tender and kind aspect of my life.

Beautiful Stage of Life

I had a misconception when I was younger, and I believed that old age is just a weakness and loneliness. I could see weary faces and slow feet, and I thought that was all. However, now I know that there is the other side which can only be enjoyed by few. It is not that one has the perfect life. It is the learning to take everything as it is. Most individuals enter such age with a heavy heart. They are burdened by regrets, anger or sadness of the past. The burden of which makes it difficult to them to feel peace.

The gradual change of something was the case in mine. I prevented myself to have high expectations amongst people. I was getting rid of things that were contributing pain to me. I had to be told to drop bit by bit. This gave me space in my heart. It was there that I could be peaceful. I do not get up early in the morning in a hurry. I sit down and I feel appreciative that I existed. That even the most simple things seem to us now special, as the sun-shine in the window or the silence in the house. Old age has stolen some things out of me, but then again, it has given me a very precious thing.

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It has provided me with time to self knowledge. One no longer has to say something. I do not make comparisons with the lives of other people. I accept my story as it is. This is a concession that provides me some degree of freedom that I never enjoyed. I would note further, that not all old women are like this. Some feel forgotten. There are those who are alone even where there are other people around them. Misery is something that other people are not able to forget. Due to this, they fail to see the beauty that still exists. Not that they are living a worse life, but yet they have the gripping too much hearts.

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It is a silent but not silent orientation period of life. It is soft, but it is not weak. It is an era of everything getting slack and having the sole aim, of being able to see. Not everyone comes to us here by himself, the people who arrive here are blessed with a sort of complacency which is in no way conditioned by anything exterior. It is no hurry, I have no anxiety or trepidation as to what it will be like when I will sit here to-day. I feel a calm acceptance. And there is nothing over that I was meant to visualize. It is a muted close one, it is filled with mute beauty, had we only but inclined to see it.

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