I asked a friend, who is in her seventies and approaching eighty, what changes she’s noticed in herself over the years.
She shared this wisdom with me:
“After spending a lifetime loving my parents, siblings, spouse, children, and friends, I have now started loving myself.
I’ve realized I’m not Atlas—the world doesn’t rest on my shoulders.
I’ve stopped bargaining with vegetable and fruit vendors. A few extra pennies won’t hurt me, but it might help them save for their children’s education.
I leave generous tips for my waitress. That little extra might bring her a moment of joy. She’s working much harder than I am to make ends meet.
I’ve stopped interrupting the elderly when they repeat their stories. Those tales take them back to cherished memories, and I wouldn’t want to take that away from them.
I no longer feel the need to correct people, even when I know they’re wrong. It’s not my responsibility to make everyone perfect. Peace is far more precious than perfection.
I give compliments freely and wholeheartedly. Compliments not only uplift others but also brighten my day. And if someone gives me a compliment, I simply say, ‘Thank you.’
I’ve learned not to fret over a crease or stain on my shirt. Who I am speaks louder than what I wear.
I walk away from people who don’t value me. They may not see my worth, but I do.
I stay calm when someone tries to outshine me in the rat race. I’m not a rat, nor am I in a race.
I no longer hide my emotions. They’re a testament to my humanity.
I’ve realized it’s better to let go of my ego than to lose a meaningful relationship. My ego may isolate me, but relationships enrich my life.
I live each day as if it’s my last—because one day, it will be.
Most importantly, I do what brings me joy. Happiness is my responsibility, and I owe it to myself to choose it. Happiness isn’t dependent on circumstances; it’s a choice we can make at any moment.”
She concluded with this:
“Why wait until we’re 60, 70, or 80 to embrace this wisdom? Let’s start practicing it at any age.”
