After my previous post, on managing newness, I figured it begged for this: managing oldness. You could make a strong argument that I should reissue the "managing newness" post virtually unchanged, and just view it as intended for "oldness"?
What difference would it make?
But that's merely postmodern cleverness, or a simulacrum of it.
Managing oldness.
That would refer to accepting life's limitations, such as memory lapses or confusion, and alterations in physical strength and endurance, and reduced motivation blah blah blah, and accepting that life itself is limited, as opposed to the invincible and robust notions of never-ending youth.
But I'm not even sure of that. To quote Bob Dylan, in "My Back Pages":
"Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now."
My best and most prolific work came after I was 50.
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