Just the other day, during the BA class, brother Lo suggested that marrying an archaeologist would be the best option for a woman coz the older the woman gets, the more he will love her! LOL!
That reminds me of what my mother used to tell my late sister, “You know, since you like antique stuff so much, you should love me alot coz I am becoming an antique..” LOL!
Ya, ya, I am becoming an antique too… soon…
In the Jara Sutta, Buddha says:
“…When young, one is subject to aging;
when healthy, subject to illness;
when alive, subject to death.
The complexion is no longer so clear & bright;
the limbs are flabby & wrinkled;
the back, bent forward;
there’s a discernible change in the faculties —
the faculty of the eye,
the faculty of the ear,
the faculty of the nose,
the faculty of the tongue,
the faculty of the body…”
No worries, friends, everyone gets old.
So long as we do not cling on the “good old days”, “when we were young”, “the sweet sixteen”, “when we were beautiful”…. and accept our aging gracefully, we will be more peaceful in mind and at heart.
Also from the Jara Sutta: Old Age:
How short this life!
You die this side of a century,
but even if you live past, you die of old age.
People grieve for what they see as mine,
for nothing possessed is constant,
nothing is constantly possessed.
Seeing this separation simply as it is,
one shouldn’t follow the household life.
At death a person abandons what he construes as mine.
Realizing this, the wise shouldn’t incline to be devoted to mine.
Just as a man doesn’t see, on awakening,
what he met in a dream, even so he doesn’t see,
when they are dead — their time done — those he held dear.
When they are seen & heard,
people are called by this name or that,
but only the name remains to be pointed to when they are dead.
Grief, lamentation, & selfishness are not let go by those greedy for mine,
so sages letting go of possessions, seeing the Secure, go wandering forth.
A monk, living withdrawn, enjoying a dwelling secluded:
they say it’s congenial for him he who wouldn’t, in any realm, display self.
Everywhere the sage independent holds nothing dear or undear.
In him lamentation & selfishness,
like water on a white lotus, do not adhere.
As a water bead on a lotus leaf,
as water on a red lily, does not adhere,
so the sage does not adhere to the seen, the heard, or the sensed;
for, cleansed, he doesn’t construe in connection with the seen, the heard, or the sensed.
In no other way does he wish for purity,
for he neither takes on passion nor puts it away.