Today at lunch I see an old man walking in the park. His life is near-complete and yet he goes on from day to day, perhaps wandering aimlessly. Or maybe he still has a sense of purpose and he provides a great value and service to his family and friends.
We have grown up with a stereotype of old age taking things away from us that make us useful, valued individuals. The body grows infirm, the mind wanders, the old man drifts endlessly from vague activity to vague activity.
But perhaps this old man, who walks with a purposeful if slow and measured pace, has a destination in mind. Perhaps this old is changing someone's life for the better. Perhaps this old man, within his own means, is making a contribution to society and changing the world.
He makes simple choices. He stays on the main path. He looks at the birds and the trees. But he continues to walk forward, purposefully. He is surrounded by an aura of LIFE, a wave of determination to remain HERE and still be a part of this life, this world.
When I am walking in his footsteps, following the path he has blazed ahead of me, I want to live the dreams of an old man who feels a passion for life, who desires to see yet one more thing, who cares enough to want to achieve something new.
He has broken the stereotype for me. I must ensure that it remains broken for him.
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