Being called old does not offend me, because the one who does it with contempt should know that I don’t sit down to waste my time thinking about offenses, because an offense only has repercussions on the person if he himself allows it to disturb him.
I no longer bother to think about the motive that might lead a person to belittle his future.
But if he calls me old with affection that makes me proud, and that's what I'm going to talk about today. It just means that I have already fought many battles, perhaps won many wars and even defeated death on a few occasions.
These things make me feel the pride of being an old woman, and I say this with affection, because you only get to be an old woman (or man) with years of struggle. In my skin is marked the progress of the years and the work I have done to get this far.
In my walk you can see the tiredness that comes with the passing of the years. I am no longer the agile girl I was because I only have agility in my mind, in my steps I leave the trace of a past with no return, of an unpublished future but of a present that is my most beautiful gift.
Whoever calls me old in a rude way, I want them to know that I am not offended. Because people like me have learned that one only becomes old when there is wisdom, because the journey through all these years of life can only be done when a person acquires enough knowledge.
Whoever affectionately calls me by this name should know that I am proud of it, because I have gone through the years that many of you are about to begin, now you’re going to begin to live what I have already lived in this life. That it’s now that you will need to have the same strength that I had and that when I see you it gives me great joy because it brings me the memories of my past struggles for these years of life.
Know that I carry my years as a reward to the journey, as a reward to all that energy I used. I wear my years with pride because I lived them the best I could, I studied, I enjoyed, I worked, I shared, I made my family, I said goodbye to my loved ones and now I am on my way to the tranquility of my remaining years.
If they call me old they call me beloved, if they call me old they call me friend, if they call me old they call me mother, they call me grandmother, they call me neighbor, they call me worker, they call me patient, they call me daughter and they call me peace.
If they call me old they call me what I called my mother at some point in my life. When I saw her with gray hair, when I saw her tired, when I saw her sick and when I saw her die.
She was also loved, and she was also old, and just as I am now called old, if you are as lucky as I am, you’ll also have the opportunity to be called old.
I wear my old age with pride, I am not weighed down by life or weighed down by memories. Everything brings me the peace of mind that I can only get thanks to my years of life, because at this stage of my years I already bear with tranquility the effects of the struggles. For me, the obstacles are just things I haven’t learnt yet and they are no longer stones on the road.
Because when they call me old I breathe my heart. My mind fills with energy and I just think of everything I have gone through to be able to reach this happy age, to wear my years with pride because they imply my fullness.
To carry my old age with pride is what motivates me the most. Because although you may not believe it, I was also young, inexperienced and immature as you are, because I also called some people old without knowing what that implied, because only now I know that whenever I said old to my mother, my neighbor, or even a friend I know the pride and haughtiness with which the weight of my word reached their hearts.
Because only they knew what that word meant and I only said it out of affection without knowing the magnitude of what it meant.
Know, my dear friends and readers, that if you call me old you will be flattering me in the deepest part of my heart. Because only I know what I carry in my memory and you will only feel it when you reach the years when they call you old.
Even in that I am ahead of you, because I have already gone through youth but you have a long way to go to reach my old age. I wish you from the bottom of my heart that you act intelligently so that someday you can feel the pride of what it is to reach old age, what it is to feel the pride and haughtiness that you feel when they call you old.
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Lovely artcle. Where everybody hesitate to agree with the fact they are aging, you came up with a bold write up of aging. Even a first grey hair disturbs us. The pride of being old is great, as told by you, we have gone through a great 👍lot of experiences. We should never forget the respect we gain out of it.