Sitting in the room of my friend's mom watching Tangled has brought me thoughts of years gone by. There used to be a time when I would heartilly enjoy an animated film or two. Now, I laugh but I am quite distracted as I type along this blog. I guess this is what people would call getting old. The time when I was glued to the tube, mesmirized by the image of dra2wings moving and talking, is long gone. I think my eight year old niece would be doing that now.
Getting old they say is not fun. I guess that is right. Not fun. I mean one cannot do cartwheels anymore. Oh, that would give me such pains all over. Interesting enough though the story waves around the thought I am trying to write. It revolves around the wish of an old hag to keep her youth. She tried to hold on to it much to her own detriment. Sigh.
I guess I can relate to the hag. Imagine waking up in the morning feeling sore all over as if an eight hour sleep is not enough. Creaking bones you hear the moment you stretch. The feel of the cold on your skin seems more biting. You try to hurry but it seems to take ages to put on that damned shoe. So, yeah, I can relate to with the hag. Had I been the hag, I too might have gone to the trouble of kidmapping that miraculous girl. Or maybe not.
As I dig further and try to understand the message of this animated film, I soon realize my brain looking for what my "rapunzel" in life would be. Currently, I have been into make up. Did not work. Hairgel. Silly idea. Lotion. Stop. I maust have been trying to keep what once my youth and thus I failed to appreciate the beauty of aging.
Life people say that it is a journey. And I ramble. I have hoped that I would be young forever. But that would never be. Nature takes care of itself. One ages. But it is not that bad. Considering you have, in your life met a lot of people. Aging is aging and everyone ages. Trick is not to let this get you down. We all grow old. However, only a few have really gotten it figured out. Most of us try so hard to keep our youth. Many of us while our time in a pub. Most of us wail of all that was lost. We wait and we seek and thus we fail to live. A life well spent, is a well lived life. A question poses itself here though, "what to you is a life well lived?"