Today I celebrate the return of writing to my life. Although I must admit that after writing the following post, I ended up with a headache. Hopefully soon I will be able to celebrate the end of headaches.
Today’s prompt is ponder. It seems that all I ever do is ponder. At the ripe old age of 66 I still find life perplexing. I spend time pondering issues such as do we become less empathetic as we age? On the face of it, it does seem that way. I see that loss and even death are accepted much more matter of factly these days by me and by friends and family who are older than me. I wonder – is this a good thing? Is this evidence of wisdom? Or is it just hardening of the arteries?
I wonder if Mother Theresa became less empathetic as she aged? Did the heartache she immersed herself in become less emotionally charged as she got older? She seemed to be such a joyful person. Does acceptance of heartache become less intense when you are concretely working to help ease the cause of the heartache?
Maybe empathy doesn’t have to be gut wrenching. Maybe the gift of age is the realization that trouble will happen to all. When trouble comes to our friends and family, we will feel sorrow and empathize with their pain. But the gift of experience is to realize it is more important to help the person experiencing the trouble. And sometimes the only way you can help the friend in time of trouble is to bring and smile and if you are very brave bring them the gift of laughter.
Wishing you a trouble free day,