Peace Accord

Old age is a time of accommodation.  (And we aren't talking elder housing here!)

Accommodation is a settlement, 
an  agreement, 
an accord.
                            

 It is an adjustment.  We reconcile ourselves to a changing reality.

Old age calls for accommodation.  

It is what it is.                                                          

It was what it was.

We are kind of comfortable with that when we get old.  
We have learned to cope.

On the other hand, as attested to by some other bloggers, new things are cropping up for us as old people that we are having to .......accommodate:  

                         How people view us.  

                              How we view outselves!  

                                   How "dismissed" we are since our time is "running out".  

                                         Our waning finances.  

                                    Our waning health. 

                              Our dying friends. 

   

Accommodation, accommodation, accommodation!
Compromise, compromise, compromise.

It is often right to accommodate and compromise.  
Especially if married!

Especially if we want friends!

But peace through accommodation and compromise can be an uncomfortable peace.  

If our conscience is pricked by a lie we are living or simply "living on top of",  we have chosen an uncomfortable peace.

Sometimes we have to throw out an uncomfortable peace and go for "real".  
Not an uncomfortable social peace, but "real"  with real peace within.

I am who I am.

What do we have to lose 
that isn't already leaking away 
by being real?

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Old age can be a nice time of freedom to be the real you, the real me!  

Ahh, the courage of the aged.

This kind of freedom is one of those good things usually appearing only after years of experience.  

So glad you are hanging around for the blessings!





Nice seeing you,
and I hope you return.
Riverwatch