For me, as I get older, the love for my children grows more intense, the value of relationships takes on a different tone. I'm driven to explore the meaning of my life more than I ever did.
Every morning I look in the mirror and see some old man staring back. My body doesn't respond as well, doesn't move as easily but that's ok. That's the price I pay for this life.
Experiencing the loss of friends and loved ones, children leaving home to begin a new life, from diapers to watching them grow, mature, gain their independence, financial ups and downs, thinking of past lovers and where they are, etc... on and on.
Something about living 60 plus years feels both satisfying and sentimental in ways not possible in my youth. Developing the courage to live your own truth and not give a tinkers damn what anyone else thinks.
The later years of life can be filled with purpose, dignity and joy, or they can be riddled with frustration, depression and pain. A lot depends on our attitudes, values, family and support systems. But before I shuffle off this mortal coil and join the choir invisible, I'm going to remember Emersons quote, "“The best tunes are played on the oldest fiddles.”