I find it interesting how our culture puts so much value on vintage things but not vintage people. Elders are often dismissed. Youth is revered. On a construction job recently a contractor told my 71-year-old husband that he was “outdated” -never mind that he finished his work smoothly and on time.
Us older folks? Beneath our innocuous, wrinkled, gray, balding exteriors is a wealth of experience and wisdom. The boomers of today were the changemakers and protestors of yesteryear. My body is more fragile now but in return is insight and wisdom. Contentment has replaced the incessant searching of youth. With a wealth of experience comes stories to be told. Want to be entertained? Drum up some conversation with an older person you would otherwise ignore
I let my hair go gray during covid ready to embrace my age. Why hide it? There is nothing to be ashamed about. This is me, I’ve survived and I have thrived.
Then, there’s something to be said of the people that can still navigate the world when the power goes out.
Of another era
imbued with nostalgia
more durable than
rich of character
an exterior well worn
making it precious
an artifact even
the most valuable
the thickest layer of dust
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