An episode of the 1962 Twilight Zone just ran on TV about an old man. He was in a very institutional-looking, rows-of-beds-like-boot-camp retirement home. It occurred to him that the way we get old is we kind of decide to be. So he decides to be a kid again, and convinces most of the residents to join him in a midnight game of kick the can.
The story ends with the now-kids shouting "ollie ollie oxen free" and running off into the woods.
I've known people who were old before their time. Some were even kids. I remember one girl in college who was like a stuck-in-the-rut old lady. (Unlike a lot of really lively old ladies I've known.) I've seen people satisfied and delighted with where they were in church, work, everything. I've seen people in their 80s who out-Energizer-bunny people half their ages, because they're lovin' the adventure. I've also seen people stupefied with dead routine in their churches and workplaces, who were able to change their situations but unwilling. And they got old far before their time.
What are we waiting for? Time to play kick the can!
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