The gray hairs on my beard are piercing through like pesky little vermin and there is nothing I can do to stop it. Like Doc Brown said to Marty McFly: “They found me, I don’t know how but they found me.” Yeah, I could get some new and improved “fountain of youth” products to put a band aid on it, sure. Currently, you can do a lot of things to hide your age in this space and time we find ourselves in.
Look, I am all for living a healthy lifestyle in new ways by technological advancement and experiencing your years on this earth as vibrant as you can. I get the warning signs. Numerous of people don’t take care of themselves nowadays when it comes to physical health within our culture. Our mental health is suffering the same fate as of late (that rhymed…cool beans). Looks to be that the connection between the mental and physical is ever so apparent when it comes to our well-being.
Here is the rub. I can exercise all day long and feel great physically, but if my inner-being is just floating in the abyss with no source of meaning and purpose, what’s the point? Yes, I get it – doing a good deed is what many anti-religious folks would say fulfills them with purpose. I am with you. To that I ask, what about our mental state? If we are so devoted to our inner self but are deteriorating from the outside, what then? Wouldn’t this negatively affect “doing a good deed”?
Participating in Abundant Life
Yes, all types of people can’t help the physical issues one might have, I get it. We do our best with the cards we are dealt. It’s just hard not to see how intertwined our mental and physical welfare truly are.
This isn’t some health and wealth prosperity gospel I’m trying to peddle here (gross). No, what I am referring to is that abundant life good ‘old Jesus peached about. You know, that quality of life kingdom-minded mana – not that quantity consumer-minded horse shit.
When it comes to my personal well-being (from both the mental and physical perspective), I can’t help seeing Spiritual Practice as the central hub assisting me through the madness of it all. Yes, yes – say all you want about the bullshit effects “religion” has on society (I get it ). But I can’t help seeing it as the main source for me when it comes to living a healthy lifestyle.
Embracing Your Own Style
Alas, who says getting older is a drag? Mind you, I just turned 41. That might not be old at all to some but a fossil to others, just bear with me. In the grand tapestry of life, I’ve reached the age where I expect myself to start dispensing wisdom like an ancient sage. Instead, it seems I’ve mastered the fine art of being a seasoned jackass.
Like a silver fox with a twinkle in his eye and a mischievous grin that screams, “I’ve seen it all, and I still choose to be an eefing goofball.” You see, growing older doesn’t mean I’ve lost my love for irreverent humor. If anything, age has granted me the audacity to embrace my inner jackass with a refined touch. Forget conventional wisdom; I’m here to dispense unconventional quips and questionable advice.
I’ve discovered the secret to eternal youth – it’s laughter, even if it’s at my own expense. From dad jokes that make millennials cringe to poking fun at my own creaky knee, I’ve perfected the art of not taking myself too seriously. It’s just my disposition, fucking sue me.
Jester Wisdom
So, here’s to the gray-haired jesters, the seasoned tricksters, and the old dogs who refuse to learn new tricks (or that’s how it seems to the naked eye). Age may be just a number, but being a jackass? Now, that’s a timeless masterpiece. After all, why should Generation Z have all the fun when there’s a world of wisecracks waiting to be unleashed by the wiser, older individual? Cheers to embracing the absurdity of life, one laugh at a time!
In the grand scheme of things, the wrinkles on your face are not signs of aging; they’re love letters from God. Each line tells a story of battles fought, prayers answered, and the countless times you’ve resisted the urge to roll your eyes at people who don’t use their turn signals. Embrace those wrinkles – they’re your spiritual medals of honor.
I do believe wisdom is missing in our current culture climate (like, where is Waldo missing, you know what I mean?). For myself, prayer has had a huge impact on letting go of my egotistical mechanism and embracing the mystery of life. In my earlier years, my prayers may have been a laundry list of wishes – new toys, good grades, better jobs, a wicked jump shot.
But as I age, my prayers transform into a beautiful formation and connection with the Divine: LOVING FLOW. I am actually enjoying a more liturgical prayer method instead of a sporadic and emotional driven stance (not comparing, just enjoying something, I guess). My younger self is screaming at current me: “You sell-out tradionalist”!
It all belongs, right? That might be a big part of wisdom nowadays. Letting go of the us vs. them and humbling embracing US. My fellow spiritual jackasses, getting older is not a curse; it’s a divine blessing. Like a fine wine, you only get better with age – more nuanced, complex, and spiritually intoxicating. So, next time someone pities you for those laugh lines, just tell them you’re collecting holy chuckles. Age is not a number; it’s a sacred scroll unfolding the epic saga of your journey toward divine wisdom. Cheers to growing older and wiser – in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Grains of Wisdom!
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