JSL: THE AGING CHRONICLES

JSL: THE AGING CHRONICLES

Twenty-four energized Fleischman residents sat exercising together led by professional instructor Michelle Black. As I walked past the circle, I stopped to reflect on the kinetic movements of their arms and legs, the colors of their clothing and their elegant, lined faces. Time, elusive and relentless, shapes us, weaving the fabric of our experiences into a tapestry. Growing older is a colorful journey of transformation, punctuated with subtle shades of gray as profound changes occur within us. As we traverse the years, the passage of time not only alters our physical appearance but also profoundly impacts our perceptions, priorities, and relationships.

When we’re young, time feels like an endless buffet. We’ve got all the options laid out before us, and we’re stuffing our plates without a second thought.  We’re eager to explore, learn and experience all that life has to offer. The world feels vast and full of potential. We’re driven by a desire to achieve, to make our mark, and seize every opportunity. Yet, in our youthful haste to move ahead, we overlook the value of the present moment, unaware of the fleeting nature of time.

As we age, our perception of time shifts. The days, once seemingly endless, now pass with increasing speed. The milestones that once felt distant suddenly appear on the horizon, and we become more acutely aware of the finite nature of our existence. This awareness can evoke a mix of emotions—nostalgia for the past, anxiety about the future, and hopefully a deepening awareness and appreciation for the present. We realize that time isn’t just something to be filled, but a precious resource to be savored.

Often our priorities shift without being aware of them. It feels like just a short time ago when my biggest concern was what to wear to a party. Now, I’m more likely to spend some time comparing the merits of elastic waistbands, or cooling mattress toppers. It’s a realization that sneaks up on you, just like the need for bifocals or the inexplicable urge to talk about the weather with alarming frequency.

Relationships, too, evolve with the passage of time. Family bonds may deepen as we gain a greater appreciation for the people who have been with us through the highs and lows of life. We learn to cherish the moments spent with loved ones and dear friends, understanding that these connections are the true treasures of our lives. We begin to feel the heightened awareness of our own mortality, which can prompt us to reflect on the legacy we wish to leave behind and the impact we hope to have on the world. We may find ourselves more inclined to give back, to share our knowledge and experiences with others, and to contribute to something greater than ourselves.

Ultimately, aging is a reminder of the impermanence of all things. Each moment, each experience, and each change we undergo contributes to the richness of our existence. The greatest gift of aging is perspective. We learn to laugh at ourselves, to take life a little less seriously, and to find joy in the small, mundane moments. So, what if your hair is turning gray, or your memory isn’t what it used to be? I always say, “This moment is all there is.”  You’ve got stories to tell, wisdom to share, and the undeniable right to wear socks with sandals if that’s what makes you happy.

In the end, growing older is not merely about the accumulation of years but about the evolution of the self. You be you.  It’s a journey in which we are continually shaped by time, and where the changes we undergo lead us to a deeper understanding of ourselves and the people and world around us.

If you recall with sentimental longing your old college days when you experienced the excitement of learning and were engaged in profound discussions with your friends and classmates well into the night, consider communal living at JSL.  Meet some of the most wonderful people in the world who are residents and caring staff. Seek opportunities to live and learn, find joy and companionship – and eat some really great kugel!

Shabbat Shalom.

 

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