May 6, 2016 0

Die Young in Old Age – A Ride in Youth

in Next Woman

No one wishes to die young. And no one wishes to die old either.

In truth, no one wishes to die. Ever.

But we know we leave our carcasses. Someday. God, a crude fact.

What happens right then, or afterwards, nobody knows for sure. Because, with you, facts die too. And wishes, as a matter of fact.

Die young or old—a no option

What stands clear is the two-sided wishing business. The one we stick to. But it contains a paradox: neither young, nor old, when dying.

Of course, we laugh off the former as superfluous. Because, look. Who the heck wishes to die young?

As for the latter wish? Well, it brings some tidbits for thought. As how on earth come to terms with not dying old either?

If we have to die anyway, and if we do not die young, then how to accept our not dying old?

Your child’s self

Well, we can die young, though in old age. I found a way. Because, if you search, solutions to anything spring in this world.

I have worked it out for myself. And despite days and years flying away, I live through them with this unabated conviction. My belief in my solution.

I care no hoot about what others say. And I refuse to imagine what they see when they study my looks. Because the same life-loving girl smiles at me when I meet with myself in a mirror.

But do I need the mirror-check? No. Because, listen. My child’s self has not changed a bit.

If I think better, the need to study my image has decreased with time. I gather it must be thanks to self-confidence. Which only comes with the bulgy baggage I carry. Trials, errors, and their lessons. The bulgier, the lighter I step. Ha. A smashing paradox.

Find purpose

Yeah, I’ve been around for quite a while. The longer the while, the wiser you get. So you grasp the why of your birth. I, too. My path on earth, among folks.

When you find it, or at least you think you do, you stop wasting time. So, no more searching for your purpose in this existence. You get down to acting.

Of course, searching for it never stops. But the illusion that you have found your top goal, or your passion, helps you restart yourself. At your next level. Each successive discovery is a catalyst. An activator for the next variant budding in you. Next Woman. Or next guy.

Each level of you is both achievement and foundation. It comprises the personas you have been. A whole you have been chiseling at, so, an achievement. An end product. Also, it lays the foundation for the next you.

No matter the level you reach on this ongoing course, you deserve appreciation and trust. First, from your part. So, discover yourself anew, trust and honor yourself. At any stage.

Accept any level of you as a phase on your way to improvement, aware that nothing that you have ever been is wasted or lost. It stays your asset.

Focus on the ride

Consider yourself a gem that you polish to perfection. Of course, perfection is an illusion. But aspiring to it and constantly striving to gain it equals living with a purpose. An end point guides you, but traveling there matters. A cliché, I agree, but it stands true.

Likewise, let the moment of the grand passing over play a mere cardinal point. An incentive to achieve high. Keep it, though, out of focus. Because it lurks anyway. Instead, focus on the ride. While enjoying it.

Here we touch the hub of the matter. As a social being, you ride not alone, but beside others. To enjoy their company, though, you need to enjoy the company of yourself. Foremost.

Love helps you die young

Now, tell me. When do you enjoy a person’s company? I say, when you feel you know them. When you trust them, right? Or act at ease in their presence. When you empathize with them.

Will you please start with yourself? Deep love and understanding toward yourself, no matter the level, breeds confidence, which is an incredible source of power. Love yourself, and your love will reach worldwide. Love the world, and you will conquer it. Because love is the most powerful weapon.

Here is the trick. Love is the only weapon that transcends this world. Prepare it for the big crossing over, and it will give you the power to accept that. Your last goodbye.

Till then, ride your journey in love. And no matter how old you die, you will die young.

Dare beyond your reach

Big words, saccharine stuff. OK, give me a raised eyebrow. Because I admit. The person I am today has carried me to a stage where I find love as an answer to anything.

When I implied, though, that you can die young irrespective of your biological age, I meant something more practical. Palpable means that extend youthful energy, mind, and looks. Your love for life.

First, put in some internal work. Discover yourself. Next, accept and love yourself. Your looks, personality, character. Then show yourself that you do so. By taking action. Love is about doing.

Correct flaws. Or attenuate them. Improve aspects you are not happy with. Polish things. Work on what needs upgrading. Join a course. Develop a passion. Or shift for a grand change. Why not?

A popular cliché states that once you reach the top, struggling to stay there fails. Well, I say: never stay there. Because a better you buds backstage, so dare. Act your next role. You are as infinite as the universe.

English is generous with activators. Look your best, do your best, act your best. Best, best, best. These expressions encourage and comfort. You know your capacities, so you go for it. Without the stressful thought of a better variant outside your reach.

They point to limitation, though. Since they restrict your best to a particular occasion or circumstance. Then they restrict your best to your reach.

Forget your reach. Dare beyond it.

Grow young

Our dear physique keeps us here. If you want to live long and healthy, never neglect it. The intellectual kind, or the spiritual kind, you cannot reach your goals unless you tend to your body.

Shall I tell you about training your heart to be strong and tactful? Or about bones and joints? Do you want to read skin stories, blood stories? Perhaps not. You learned in school, anyway.

Then facts about each organ of our body inundate the Internet. How they function and symptoms of their malfunctions. Loads of advice and tips on how to take care of them. Or prevent and cure disease.

I will not treat on that. Let the specialists do it. I tell, though, about my relationship with my body. How I keep it in shape. Well, young, let’s say. In diverse posts, of course. Not here.

Yes. At any age, shape your physique. Maintain it agile and flexible. Apply trust and love. Praise its qualities and trust its power of regeneration. I have exercised that on my body. And not once.

Take it as a kind of growing younger concept. By all means, translate it into a process.

Live and die young

By loving yourself and your body, you will magnetize. Because confidence is magnetic. It empowers you to step up on some kind of built-in pedestal. Yours, so no one will rob you of it.

Use this magnetic pedestal. Address the world from it.

They will listen to you. For how long, well, it depends. Even though you share nothing new, you share your way. Also, you show them a model.

Please do not be harsh on yourself if few listen. Or some yawn and then leave. You stay. Keep improving yourself. Or go for that big shift I mentioned before. Reinvent yourself. Oops! Yeah, another cliché.

If you have not found your real self yet, no problem. Remember, your next woman waits round the next corner.

Or, oh! You do not have a voice. Next, work on that, too. An elocution specialist will help you.

At least you are visible now. Magnetic, too.