Getting old is one of the most beautiful things in my life. Sure, I get tired easily and I have my physical limitations but it is a wonderful place nonetheless!
Why? Perspective! Letting go of the unimportant. Appreciating the important things in life. Appreciating things that when I was younger I never noticed. Loving my parents as I could never love them in my youth. Understanding them as I never could in my youth. Loving my family for themselves and not how as a young mother I wanted them to be. Loving life. Loving myself. Loving the differences between people even if I don't agree.
Seeing the cycles of life. Knowing and experiencing for myself that all life is beautiful and precious and so fragile. Appreciating when I can walk down the street and breathe the cool air. Touching the salty waves on the seashore. Watching parents play with their little ones as I played with mine and knowing that they likely do not appreciate the shortness of the time they have with them. Seeing the birds fly overhead and appreciating that like myself this is their time to soar and one day I and they will soar no more. And that this is okay. This is life.
Being old is no picnic physically but emotionally and mentally it can be the best place ever experienced if we let it be.