Reaching Medicare can be a sobering experience but it is also a time to realize that we have learned life's hardest lessons and survived them. We finally know what things are important in life and we recognize that they are precious few, especially when you think about everything we've spent our time worrying about all these years. We know there are occasions when we must take life seriously, but seldom ourselves. We are, at last, our truest, finest version.
Rumor has it that eighty is the new sixty (and one hundred is the new dead.) I'll buy that since "some of my best friends are in their nineties." But one of the things you realize with growing older and wiser is that numbers don't really matter so much anymore. It's not about being first, best, or last. It's about that old clichà ©, living life to the fullest, with grace, which often means simply being alert to the gifts on offer. For that, in the end, may be the greatest testament to what we have learned -- and how we have grown old or otherwise.
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