When we mature, we get so used to being in charge it is so hard to let go when we aren’t able to anymore. They used to call ‘senior moments’ ‘being in your second childhood’. I like that so much better, it has a more positive spin, even though it was meant sarcastically. We slip backwards into helplessness, and need to be taken care of again. Why can't we embrace it? Sit back and listen to the plane engine overhead, watch the clouds scud across the sky. Why is it so hard? Because everything is behind us now, instead of ahead? We know what we have become, instead of dreaming of what will be?
Much food for thought today.