Irony

Irony of youth and aged....the young who have their whole life ahead of them tend to rush to do everything...whereas the aged with limited time tend to enjoy the minutia and the passing of time as if there were no tomorrow( both are right )...its like the person is swapping roles with their own self...using prescience and memories as the vehicle of choice...F8 has with prescience and memory given his example of such...his example and this thread has the odd shape of infinity


forget understanding...sense...sense...sense....this transaction contains a multitude of dimensions...its the only way to...well...to understand

silly me I forgot to ask what are your examples...if any...of this irony of youth and age

Beg pardon if what I now bring up is getting a bit OT, but all this reminds me off a rather vigorous TV-side chat with my two boys recently, on a truly deep philosophical topic, that somehow or other came up during the flow of our conversation.

Namely, what would happen if my now 73-year-old mind, with all its experience, reflection, life-long observations, and, hopefully hard-gained wisdom, could somehow be placed in my 20-year-old body of decades ago?

What kind of person or entity would I then be? A really wise, knowledgable, sensible, sympathetic young fellow with great strength and health? Youthfully vigorous and energetic, but oh so wise beyond his years?

Or would the the 73-year-old mind and the 20-year-old body be sort of like matter and antimatter, going BOOM! and annihilating each other?

My boys suggested this latter scenario.

Or maybe the 73-year-old mind would be entirely overwhelmed by all the youthcentric hormones still in the 20-year-old body, resulting in a very confused 73-year-old mind.

Yeah, I know, rather pointless woolgathering on a Sunday afternoon, and apologies for the diversion, but maybe a takeaway from it all is that we should perhaps not wish too hard for that 20-year-old body, as there may be more unknowns in such a fascinating, and perhaps even diabolical, union than we realize.

<grin>

The "10,000 hour rule" states that you can become an expert (or become 'talented') in a field after 10,000 hours of practice. I am a university - educated professional artist in my 51st year of business. I am much better at it now than when I first began. I have been practicing Taekwondo (Korean martial art) daily for 46 years, earned that 3rd degree black belt during radiation 6 years ago. That daily workout has given me physical and emotional benefit beyond belief. There are several other things that I have been doing for many years and have become very proficient at. I value these a lot as they help me pay the bills, stay healthy and happy and fight my PCa.

They also give me a positive self image and solid self-assurance, things that I did not possess when I was a puppy.

I would rather be who I am now than be physically young again. This mind fits this body, I am not up for a transplant at this time, though you can check with me later. (just had to edit this)

"It's the journey, not the goal." Time to hit the trail before the rain gets here or this mornings journey will be wet again.

Finding true happiness is finding real peace within, then nothing else matters.

there is happiness and then there is joy big difference...

when I first started surfing I asked a guy...whats it take to get it...he said talk to him after I've had 1000 waves...ive got at least that and he was right...I never did have to talk to him about it any more...tho I see him now and again out there...we smile...I do know that any skill worth doing starts at the center and the skill level...while never ending...there is a point as one's moves expands outward it tends to peak...the practice makes all your moves automatic so you your mind now has time to decide what you will do with that skill...trailguy knows this...it matters not whether you are learning ATC skills...piloting an a/c...doing woodwork...a geometric learning curve...never linear...the straightest line is a curve...so when life throws a curve at ya...don't balk...Ok Im starting to ramble....Please continue with your adventures...I mean wheres the harm...personally I find them all inciteful and extremely interesting...don't ya like that about human beings

"I visualize life as a deck of cards. Every day is one card. At the end of the day, that card is tossed in the discard pile irretrievably. We all have a finite number of cards, but no one knows how many! Treat each one as precious, as a gift, as the irreplaceable gift that it is. Play every card the best you can, for you'll never know when it is your last card!"

I visualize life like a roll of toilet paper. the closer you get to the end the quicker it goes.