Do you think your lack of God affects how you feel about the insults of aging? It's completely true that I would do anything to go back 20 years. I would use it better, knowing what I know now. I'm completely amazed to find myself looking hard at 68 ( due in 3 weeks ). Like David Byrne, I'm wondering " How did I get here? " This sucks. I think old is ugly. I'm also intrigued by the current mass attraction to the concept of Vampires. Hummmmm. Get turned and aging stops. All you have to do is drink blood, you don't HAVE to kill them. Killing is from indifference. Going way back to the fictional start of vampirism in Egypt, the Queen could hear the thoughts of the entire world. The barrage of input and the impossibility of turning it off froze her for thousands of years. My personal ability to listen to someone stupid ( let's say my Mother) express their thoughts is quite short. 20 minutes or so and I am ready to do the " Fight or flight " thing. Don't you think that if there was a God, our sniveling, whining, greedy, neverending requests and demands would have driven him off by now?
Regular exercise and a healthy lifestyle and diet get results. My lack of belief in an invisible deity has nothing to do with it.
My father was a chain smoker. In third grade, I vowed never to smoke.
At age 51, my father died of colon cancer. I was 24. Immediately I eliminated from my diet preserved and processed meat with cancer-causing nitrites and nitrates. Forty years ago, we knew it increases your risk of cancer by 16.5%. The meat industry suppressed the research. I don't miss it.
At age 22, my sister got skin cancer. I was 27. That was the last year I had a tan. Since then, I have protected my porcelain skin daily with sunscreen and a wide-brimmed, Solumbra hat.
My mother was called a "health nut" and "exercise fanatic." She was 40 years ahead of the time. What a great role model! I took her habits to a new level. Thanks, Mom!
At 66, I still love hiking, running, weight lifting and stretching. Over the years, I also swam laps, cross-country skied, ran 10K races, ice skated and downhill skied.
Like my Mom, I am an exercise fanatic and health nut. Exercise makes me feel happy and strong.
High in the Olympic Mountains, WA at age 26.
Me, 29, and Terry, 33, backpacking to Ingalls Lake, WA, before we were married.
Happy in the great outdoors, age 63.
Age 66. New haircut, February 2020. Forgot to suck in my stomach. "You look relaxed," a man said.
Actually, my not believing in a god makes it easier to accept the struggles of life and death.
Seeing everything as eternal energy, that sometimes takes the form of life and consciousness, and knowing we are a part of everything, and will return to our energy state after death, is much more satisfying than believing we are here to amuse, love, or piss off, some creator being.
Yes, I wish our lives were longer--say perhaps as long as a redwood tree or even a tortoise; but, look what we get in return--the ability to ponder our existence and to appreciate the tree and the tortoise.
As a lifelong atheist I can’t really say how I’d feel if I believed in god, but I can’t see how it would affect my thoughts on ageing and it’s attendant effects. I don’t actually hanker back to what has been, neither do I look too far ahead into the future, that is unknowable territory. What I do is, I live in the present, and enjoy my current life with good friends and interesting activities. We may be getting older and have accumulated some wrinkles and aches and pains along the way, but the alternative is much worse in my view. That addresses the first half of your post, however, you lost me when you started talking about vampires and drinking blood I’m afraid...and then saying your mother was stupid....! Mmh?
I think Atheism and reality have helped me age comfortably. Maybe genes have something to do with it. When check out time does come I'll be okay with it. I'm comfortable with my trip through life, and reality means it all comes to an end sometime. Enjoy life, relationships and reality.
No, being atheist does not affect how I view aging. I turned 67 last year and honestly, this is the best period of my life. I loved raising my kids, but my marriage was a void. I weighed 250 pounds when I was 43, lost 100 pounds, and this is one of the best things I did for my health. At 45, I left the marriage and moved to Missouri. I lived with a younger man for seven years and the relationship turned abusive.
The end of that relationship 14 years ago started the "best period." I am in very good health according to my doctor and according to how I feel. I may be closer to death than I was when I was 43 and though I cannot walk a mile in 15 minutes as I did when I was 45, I can mow a third of an acre with a pushmower and can load my pick-up full of rocks.
I also wonder "how did I get here?" I look in the mirror and see a woman who looks nothing like I expected her to look 20 years ago. I actually marvel that I will be 70 in less than three years and have managed to be this happy and this healthy. Yup, it could change--I could get hit by a truck or get cancer.
And aging will finally take its toll. I won't be healthy forever and I will not live forever, but I have no desire to moan or worry about it. I make plans for that day and will accept the inevitable.
I sometimes wake up and think, "Gee, I am going to die someday." Then, I say, "But probably not today"--and watch out for trucks.
Without death, there would be no new life. If we lived forever, there would be no children and no grandchildren. Considering that I would give my life for them, no regrets. Aging it not an insult; it is the natural order of "things."
And I don't listen to stupid people, or at least not after one incidence listening to them.
"Insults of aging" is a horrible western concept born out of consumer culture. Aging is a gift to be cherished. Wisdom compounds with age.
Physical beauty is fleeting and shallow. Aging is fine, so long as you don't make poor lifestyle choices or contract a disease. I don't look like I did at 25. I am not ugly at my now 65, nor will I ever be.
When I accepted treatment for cancer, they said I could expect 10 years. I wanted the 10 years between 40 and 50, but that's not what I got. I'm not very interested in the years between 68 and 78, for instance. If Trump wins this upcoming election, I think I will take an earlier flight. Another 4 years of his whiney, fake prep school voice, the spray tan, and the cherrio gesture are just too much. I fear for our Democracy and our Laws. I worked out and was strong and fit and ready to fight only 15 years ago. Getting old is the way we get to the time to die place.
Everything atrophies. All living things will die - even 75k year old viruses. Even if you were an immortal vampire, the Earth will vanish one day. And if you were to escape that, well, the universe will collapse at some point. I simply accept that fact. An occasional use of pot eases the pains from a life of beating up my body.