On Being 77

My last birthday I turned 77. That sounds so old to me. Sometimes when I forget a word or make some mistake I feel threatened because I don’t want to be thought of as a man that is in decline.
There is such a huge disparity between my physical age and the vitality,satisfaction, and enjoyment that is my inner reality. I am somewhat surprised at how disturbed I am at this birthday. I have never been disturbed at other birthdays.
Someone said to me I am so distressed. I can’t stand the fact that I am turning 60″. I replied “I can still remember when I was sixty.” Joking about age is a display of how lighthearted I normally feel about age.


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