There are times when something I think may be of interest to you comes to me weeks in advance. Then there are times, like now, when I can spend a week or more hoping something of interest will arise in my consciousness. After all, I’ve been writing these articles for over 8 years now.
I guess one of the things I’ve been thinking about recently is aging. I am 71, but this subject has been something I’ve pondered for quite a few decades. For instance, why is it that biblical people lived such long lives? Methuselah was 969, Noah was 950 and even Adam lived to be 930 according to the accounts.
Once you get to the Roman Empire, 25 years was the life expectancy and only rose to 33 in the Middle Ages. By the 1900s, it had risen to a mere 55. (These are average life spans.) Now, we consider around 80 to 85 years to be the average life expectancy. Why is that? What happened that took away that long life span lived during biblical times?
I don’t know that answer, but I’d like to know. There has been all kinds of speculation from changes in soil, and thus food, to alien intervention that shortened our life span through genetic modification. We do have people, both men and women, who now live well past 100, but still I wonder if there is some hidden answer that would allow us to live much longer than we do.
If you’ve been reading my articles for a while, you know that I’m very much into the power of our own thoughts and beliefs. I sometimes wonder if this has or could have anything to do with the difference in how people experience aging. We so often fall into the trap of believing what others put forth as “normal.” Could it be that we start aging in a certain way and at a certain rate because we’ve been told this is the way it is?
My mother never looked her age. People were always surprised when she told them how old she was. She still looked in her early 50’s when she was 70. Some of that may have been genetics, for I have been blessed in a similar way, but what did she believe about aging? Unfortunately, that was a conversation I never got to have with her.
I recently was shown a picture of a gal I used to run around with in my 20s. She’s only 4 years older than I am, but she looks older than her years and is now using a walker and doesn’t drive. She used to be full of life. It was startling to see her when here I am, still walking quite well under my own power and still safely driving myself wherever I need to go. What created the difference in our aging? I wish I knew.
I have always believed that your age was just a number. It accounted for how many years you’ve been in this incarnation. To me, it has no more meaning than how many years I spent at any job I ever had. It’s a mile marker, no more, no less.
Perhaps that’s part of it, for me. How I respond to Life may dictate whether it ages me fast or slow, in good health or bad. Just the same as how you respond to a job you have can make it pleasurable or a stressful mess. Then again, I’ve just always had a problem with “rules.” I’ve always thought they were made to be broken or at least bent to suit me. Maybe that rebel inside of me just believes I’ll age the way I want to age, not how society thinks I should.
My mind does a lot of free association and this subject is no different. Because I want to know my motives behind my beliefs, I’ve questioned myself as to whether this defiance about aging has to do with any fear I may have concerning death. Let’s face it, Death can come at any age, but when your youth is fading into memory, Death comes more clearly into view. It is an unknown and most of us have a fear of the unknown.
I admit to being a little nervous about taking Death’s hand and crossing that bridge that leaves this reality behind. In truth, though, I don’t believe that’s the reasoning behind my curiosity about the difference between the possible length of my life and Methuselah’s. It’s more of a case of believing we should have more time to do things with our lives and become who we really are meant to be.
I am a believer in reincarnation, but, to me, that’s not the same as being granted a longer life in one lifetime. When you reincarnate, you seldom, if ever, remember any of what you were doing in past lives. Basically, you’re starting over. I want the ability to have the time in one lifetime to do and become whatever and whoever I’ve come here to do and be. If I had a plan before coming in here, then I want the time to complete that plan before moving on to that next lifetime – even if it takes hundreds of years.
You, dear reader, may now think me totally crazy. Perhaps I am. The “Journey to the Center of the Mind” that resides in my head can sometimes be fantastical – like Alice following the rabbit down the hole to Wonderland. Sometimes it’s fascinating. Sometimes it’s confusing. Often it’s caused by me asking myself (like the caterpillar to Alice), “Who are you?” You just never know where it may lead you or what answers you may find.
Here’s to you. May you have a long and interesting life.