Walk of Life Middle

On my birthday, I didn’t write the next diary as I did on my 30th birthday as I would remember in the future. Although I was not confused, now I am facing the growing age, one more is calm. When she was 96 years old, Ms. Yang Jiang happily wrote a book “walking to the edge of life”. Just looking at the title of the book, there was a different feeling in her heart, with melancholy, emotion, there is helplessness, which implies a kind of sadness of life. People over 90 years old have indeed reached the edge of life. There is no room to look forward to in life, and the end of life is only a short distance. But in the author’s Qingli words, I didn’t feel the sadness and panic that life was going to die. I only had a calm view of life and a wise view of the world, after the relatives around the author passed away one after another, she lived a strong and persistent life. She grew old calmly and gracefully in her elegant words and quiet flowing time. Nowadays, I have already been in the middle of my life. I also have different feelings about life and the world from when I was young. When I was young, I I am’t understand these, just as I can’t feel the mood of a 90-year-old man now, what kind of mood will I feel when I walk to the edge of life and the countdown to life? Is it fear or calm? Now I have no way to understand. When I was young, I was a little self-righteous and disdained those old people. I thought that they and I am two worlds, and that they were too old to have fun in life. I forgot that they were not as old as they were born. They also experienced birth, childhood, youth, middle age and old age just like me, which was actually not a long process, this is what I felt after middle age. I felt ashamed and uneasy from the bottom of my heart for my ignorance of despising and ignoring the old, especially after entering middle age, the days were fleeting like lightning, which made me feel the feeling of opening my eyes in the morning and reaching dusk in a flash, which I couldn’t feel when I was young. Maybe, when I am really old, I will know what is always going on. I will be closer to an old man’s mood, and I will also feel the mental mileage of an old man, from young to old, the ups and downs experienced during this period. Now I always stop when I see the faltering old people on the road. At that time, I was wondering whether I was the same as them when I was old? It is also that my body is bent and difficult to walk. I can see myself in the future, the old and the vicissitudes of life from them. Behind every old man lies a period of passing years, what kind of memories did those years bring to them? Have you ever sighed that life is too short and the years are ruthless? However, when I see those old people who are still humorous and full of passion for life despite their vicissitudes of appearance, I always warn myself that I will do the same in the future, no matter how old I am, keep a happy heart. When people reach middle age, they always have a feeling of waiting for time, and they also know better to cherish the happiness in life. When I feel bored for no reason, I often ask myself how much time you have in your life and let you worry and waste like this. I began to learn to accept myself in middle age, accept your own ordinary, your occasional weakness, your clumsy and your frequent unreachable words, your own shortcomings, your tolerance and your pity, I don’t have to worry about some of my mistakes any more. I don’t need to make any changes for anyone or anything. I just want to live truly, face my heart frankly and walk halfway into my life, I suddenly realized that all my previous unhappiness was just because I had never tried to accept myself. I denied myself and often felt that I was useless. Now I know that I accepted myself, admitting myself is such an important thing that I become happy because I accept myself. The growth of age not only brings me the melancholy I lost and the aging of my appearance, but also makes me mature and indifferent. When I think of these, I am grateful for the old days.

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