Too Old for Love

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ave given up. Excuse my arrogance assuming I know your heart, but I think I do. My pain is not as great as yours. My disappointments fewer. Still, I have known pain and disappointments. I will know them again. Age can rob us of hope, of expectation, of wonder. Age can steal the magic from life. Don’t let it.If your heart is closed, open it. Force it open. Let memories, the good memories, pry it open. Remember those times you were happy. Remember who you were. Remember who you were with and why you were happy. Remember why you were in love. Why you were in love with life, in love with yourself.Remember and rejoice. What once was can be again. It won’t be the same because you’re not the same. You’re wiser. Then, you didn’t know what you had. You only knew you had it. Bring it back. Make it real again.Easier said than done? Absolutely.Worth the effort? You tell me. What is your happiness worth? We c

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an make ourselves happy or sad. Do you have someone or something you live for? Is that someone you? If not, why not? Are you not lovable? After all this time, have you not become a good person, a person worth love, loving? If not, why not?You’re not too old to love.It’s tough to do right now, but don’t hide your light under a bushel. Get engaged, engaged with life. Volunteer, do something nice for somebody else, a stranger even. Make something, even if it’s just a mess. Read, write, sing, dance, be happy. Make somebody else happy.Oh, and ignore me, I’m a writer. I live in a make-believe world. A world I make, doing what’s fun with people I like. I make my own happiness. It’s easy for me. Don’t you wish you were a writer?Hmmm…maybe you don’t need to be a writer to make your world the way you want it. But make it you must, it won’t make itself. Try it, you may like it. Be happy.</article></body>

Too Old for Love

It’s never to late, if you do something about it.

I am old and l am a writer. Because I’m old, I’ve seen a lot of life. As a writer, I’ve paid attention. I’ve been many places, known many people, done many things. Life has been good to me. I have known joy, sorrow, happiness and pain. More happiness than sorrow, more joy than pain. Through it all, I have known love. I’ve received it and given it. Love has been good to me, I got more than l gave. I want to return the favor, balance the books.

I want to talk to those who have lost hope, who have given up. Excuse my arrogance assuming I know your heart, but I think I do. My pain is not as great as yours. My disappointments fewer. Still, I have known pain and disappointments. I will know them again. Age can rob us of hope, of expectation, of wonder. Age can steal the magic from life. Don’t let it.

If your heart is closed, open it. Force it open. Let memories, the good memories, pry it open. Remember those times you were happy. Remember who you were. Remember who you were with and why you were happy. Remember why you were in love. Why you were in love with life, in love with yourself.

Remember and rejoice. What once was can be again. It won’t be the same because you’re not the same. You’re wiser. Then, you didn’t know what you had. You only knew you had it. Bring it back. Make it real again.

Easier said than done? Absolutely.

Worth the effort? You tell me. What is your happiness worth? We can make ourselves happy or sad. Do you have someone or something you live for? Is that someone you? If not, why not? Are you not lovable? After all this time, have you not become a good person, a person worth love, loving? If not, why not?

You’re not too old to love.

It’s tough to do right now, but don’t hide your light under a bushel. Get engaged, engaged with life. Volunteer, do something nice for somebody else, a stranger even. Make something, even if it’s just a mess. Read, write, sing, dance, be happy. Make somebody else happy.

Oh, and ignore me, I’m a writer. I live in a make-believe world. A world I make, doing what’s fun with people I like. I make my own happiness. It’s easy for me. Don’t you wish you were a writer?

Hmmm…maybe you don’t need to be a writer to make your world the way you want it. But make it you must, it won’t make itself. Try it, you may like it. Be happy.