Becoming Older Case

Describing my feelings of getting old is honestly a fearful thought. No one likes to face the reality that their youth will fade, their health will deteriorate and ultimately death will creep up behind us, but getting old or may I say “older” has many different stages.

Getting older in the sense of being in my 20’s and 30’s is actually a pleasant thought with many opportunities that lie ahead of me. College, jobs, friends, marriage, and the hopes of starting my own family…my own mark on society. That’s what the goal is right? Not many people like to think ahead of being older then 65. I’ll admit, I don’t.

As I look at myself now even through my many faults my ups and downs I am still proud of whom I am becoming. I’ve developed my own opinions, beliefs, morals and lived through ups and downs and have pushed myself to overcome situations many would have run from. Although timid and shy and even on the brink of self destruction I always find a way to over come obstacles (with or without help). I have learned to finally accept help in times of need and no longer look at it as a weakness. Every year I seem to look back and revaluate myself…and every year I know what path I could have taken. Today when I look in the mirror I see hope and promise of a better life.

Depending on who I am looking at my feelings of them becoming older are different. Looking at my friends I’m happy and hopeful for them. Their young happy some have great jobs and families. I never view them as being ‘old’ one day. Live for now, but remember there is a future too is a motto not only my friends, but myself live by. People pass away and sad yes, but you must face reality that that’s life.

Looking from the opposite end of the spectrum when I’m with my grandma I see how old she is getting. I’ve watch a strong woman who help teach me how to dress, wear makeup, cook, bake, sew someone who let me know what love is and how to be a respectful person now become brittle with a hopeless look about her. I’m not sure how to view or feel about becoming older. From what I gather it must be sad and lonely. You’re unable to do everyday tasks, family and friends passing away…with a daily ritual of scanning through the obituaries to see if someone