For the last several years I’ve passed various people’s and institution’s markers for being older, and with this birthday, I’ve crossed ’em all: I’m fully and officially old.
I like knowing I can blame this on Otto Von Bismark. My understanding is when Bismark was putting together the first old age pension for the united Prussian state in the last third of the nineteenth century he set on sixty-five for eligibility. Because, I gather, that was life-expectancy. So, while life-expectancy in the United States today is seventy-eight point sixty-four years, and Social Security’s admittedly somewhat simplistic calculator opines I should be prepared to live to be eighty-four point two years, what is inescapable is that I’m on the downhill slide. And it looks kind of steep from here…
Of course, who knows when. Or, as my friend Dosho Port sings from Melville, “Oh, woe on woe! Oh, Death, why canst thou not sometimes be timely?”
And with that sense of mortality other thoughts flow…
I think of that bread-board saying I’ve seen hanging in various kitchens proclaiming “too soon old, too late smart.” Most likely it has German origins, but the sentiment I suspect is held by the elderly across time and space.
I have to admit I’m not so sure about the arriving at smart, rather I’m awkwardly aware of how less smart I’ve been up to this moment.
Not quite the same thing.
But there is one thing…
Now from the moment we draw our first breath death is hanging in the background. Still, in my youth it seemed physically impossible to dwell on that reality in a visceral real actually right next to me reality. As we age, we begin to get it, and I think I got it at some visceral place a bit earlier than most. As the Unitarian Universalist theologian Forrest Church noted, religion is all about being alive and knowing you’re going to die. And, so matters spiritual have always, or pretty close to always, been of primary interest for me.
“I am of the nature to grow old; there is no way to escape growing old.
I am of the nature to have ill health; there is no way to escape having ill health.
I am of the nature to die; there is no way to escape death.
All that is dear to me and everyone I love are of the nature of change; there is no way to escape being separated from them.”
Well, I found the path that works for me a long time ago.
At its heart is that practice of sitting down, shutting up, and paying attention.
And then, when off the pillow, following the rest of the Buddha’s dictum in his five remembrances.
“My deeds ate my closest companions; I am the beneficiary of my deeds; my deeds are the ground on which I stand.”
And, I guess, seeing this, all of it, we’re all invited to write something on the passing stream…