A Puzzling Birthday Gift

On the occasion of a recent birthday, as I was expressing concern about my advancement in years, a friend declared: “David, don’t fret about your age, the best is yet to come. These are the years when we’re called to sing our true songs.”

Puzzled, I asked what he meant. My friend, then fifteen years my senior, went on to explain: “During our earlier years, we may not be involved in an occupation that is connected to our deepest heart, or one that is related to our most fundamental life interests. Due to a wide range of circumstances in our midlife, we may simply be engaged in earning a living, not living out our true calling. Now, however, in our elder years, we are truly able to just be ourselves. Hopefully, with a little more distance from the constant need to earn as much money, we can be much, much closer to our true identity.”

My initial take on my friend’s point of view was a cautious acceptance and tentative agreement. Of course, I thought, once we’re into our seventies and hopefully no longer needing to scramble for success or financially provide for family, we can more freely be our true selves. We might be more precisely who we were always meant to be. Role and soul are reunited and realigned. The idea made sense to me.

However, with the passage of time, I’ve become more cautious and uncertain about my friend’s “true songs claim.” I’m now wondering: why is authenticity thought to be reserved only for the elders among us?  Aren’t we always invited to be our true selves – even when pressed by external conditions and societal demands? Isn’t true identity seen in some of us regardless of our age? My friend’s claim makes less sense now.  

No matter your age, how are you trying to bring your authentic self

to your roles and relationships?

 

     

Birthday Snapshot

Birthday Snapshot

I will soon celebrate my birthday.  Most years on this late April date, I find myself in a thoughtful, contemplative mood.  For me, a birthday is a time of taking stock: Just who have I become at this age and stage of my life? What’s going on for me at this exact moment? It’s time for a snapshot.

My birthday season is not a time of remembering; reminiscence lives in the quiet of my wintertime. Nor is it a time of thinking out the future.  For the most part, I reserve looking ahead for the abundant summertime.

This year’s birthday snapshot reveals an older gent who is content and most often, at ease. The words of William James could readily be the caption under my photo this year:

I am done with great things and big plans, great institutions and big success. I am for those tiny, invisible loving human forces that work from individual to individual….

I’m no longer defined by any institution or any lofty goal or achievement I’ve set my eye upon.  Instead, this “magic time” surrounding my birthday is a time when I am most likely my true self.

The luminosity of the “magic time” provides photographers and cinematographers the final few minutes for the best picture taking/making. For me at age 78, this is a time of great lighting. I am able to see myself – and others around me – with clarity. For sure, I am a quite legitimate “old guy.” That descriptor feels good to me. I own that term proudly.

This is a springtime of knowing who I am and knowing who I am not.  It’s a time of better understanding those enduring qualities that make up who I am.  In this time of my birthday, my sight is clear; my knowing feels keen and sure.