I’m not sure that one must get old before he becomes reflective. It is true that the elder seem to immerse themselves in the way things were; calling up experiences, perhaps even re-aranging them to make a point to a young listener.
Parallel to this is a concept that says; “Gather ye rosebuds while ye may…. seize the day”. Our current media accountings of the bad things that seem to be commanding our attention, have caused us to put aside so much for that time in the future for which we have planned and saved. We seem to be playing defence with the thought of reward somewhere down line.
We may be well advised to keep accounts as we go along. The whole idea of journaling is to record those experiences to savor or share. It is more than that. It is a vehicle for us to load up, perhaps daily, those things that bring joy to our lives – of importance. The odd thing is if we find little to commend the day, we tend to try harder to become a part of making it memorable. We will look for things instead of waiting for life to come to us. It is said we are the sum of what we think and record. I have been working with (editing) a very well educated man who is now, at over eighty working at communicating his life stories to his very grown children and grand children. He feels he has nearly missed the whole opportunity to do that. It is a matter of great regret and lost opportunity.
The following poem “If we Knew” by Mary Riley Smith addresses this in her last few lines:
“Strange we never prize the music
Till the sweet voiced bird has flown;
Strange that we should slight the violets
Till the lovely flowers are gone;
Strange that summer skies and sunshine
Never seem half so fair
As when winter’s snowy pinions
Shake the white down in the air!
Lips from which the seal of silence
None but God can roll away.
Never blossomed in such beauty
As adorns the mouth today;
And sweet words that freight our memory
With their beautiful perfume,
Come to us in sweeter accents
Through portals of the tomb.
Let us gather up the sunbeams
Lying all around our path;
Let us keep the wheat and roses
Casting out the thorns and chaff;
Let us find the sweetest comfort
In the blessings of today,
with patient hand removing
All the briars from the way.”
And, Let’s write them down…….. Now.