One of the most fragile, yet precious things a person can have is their memories. As we age, the specter of dementia or other mental illness is most people’s greatest fear.
We all have friends our own age who have fallen prey to these insidious diseases. We watch them slide down this perilous slope until they are forced to ask for help with their daily activities. Nobody wants that. It’s a loss of identity that burns your soul.
How to avoid this? To be honest, I think it’s mostly luck of the draw. Our genes can predispose us to this type of future. We need to stay as healthy as possible to delay any activity. They tell us to eat right, exercise, get enough sleep, and hope for the best.
I would hate to lose the contents of this storehouse of the spirit that we all have. When it’s gone, what’s left? One of the things that I think is important to do is what I’m doing right now. Use it as much as possible. Exercise for the mind is as important as it is for the body. Do crosswords, sudoku, jumbles, and whatever else you can find to keep stretching those “mind muscles.” Stay in touch with your friends for stimulating conversations. Avoid mind-numbing activities that just pass the time.
As much as possible, do not give in to age. Fight him and repel him. You know how, but as we get older, we become more content to accept things. Don’t! Do not withdraw from society – impose yourself at every opportunity The poem is called:
The warehouse of the mind
broken words; unfinished thoughts; the time that floats on the breeze.
The heat that brings a man to glory can then knock him to his knees.
Age can never quite extinguish all those memories of our youth,
Though shadows crawl and old legs stumble, we defy the mirror’s truth.
Open arms and warm embraces cascade through my reverie.
Gone to distant places; just a memory.
As time passes us by, man is oh, so sad to find
How the cobwebs now seem to shade the storehouse of our minds.
Once we can no longer savor the roses our hearts once knew,
What else does life have to offer that will help renew our souls?
What remains to nourish a daydream when night has covered everything?
What less do we have to meditate on these memories to recall?
Now the evening comes so early; how does darkness envelop,
If we can’t see past glories, how our future will grow cold.
If these memories escaped from this hidden chamber of my heart,
Close the door and turn off the light because I don’t want to live this part. JDF
Sorry if this is too sad or difficult to handle. I’m just saying we have to make the most of our last years or we’ll have lost the essentials that make life beautiful.
One and two favorite understudy:
If we locked up all the idiots, who would write movies or songs today?
I’m on the antisocial network because I think Bragbook and Sputter give out too much information.
Be decisive! The world is full of flat squirrels who can’t make up their minds.
Don’t let your epitaph be: I admire what he had, but not what he did with it!
There was a sale today at Victoria’s Secret. Everything was 90% off.
Enjoy summer, it’s today. Before you know it, it will fall.
I’ve never won the lottery, but I wake up every day in America. Much the same!
Historical information: The stethoscope was invented out of modesty in the 19e century. Doctors used to press their ear to your chest to hear your heart, but women were offended. A French doctor, René Laennec, rolled up a paper tube and listened with it. Later, in 1852, a New York physician, George Camman, invented the one that is still used today. It’s called a stethoscope because stethos means chest in Greek and skopos means “watcher.” ”
Hmmm! There is a… too bad. See you next week, if I still have my memories and my wits. JDF