The Best Is Yet To Come
As most of you know, I love desserts. At potluck meals, you will usually find me going through the dessert line before going through the food line. I guess I just want what brings me the most joy first. It always seems like my doctor wants me to lose weight; but Q: “What do you call a man who abandons his diet? A: “A desserter.” Yes, as we get older, our metabolism slows down and we are no longer able to do many of the things we did when we were younger. It’s even to the point that one of my children, instead of calling me “Daddy,” now call me “Old man.” And yes, we often think of youth as being the best part of life. We look at children and say, “I sure wish I had their energy.” We tend to relish the past as being so much more glorious than the present because now we have body aches and pains and cannot move as quickly as we used to. I have fond memories of the past and think about what fun I used to have. But like most people, my memory of the past is probably idealized, often referring to them as “the good ole days.” It seems we appreciate the past more than the present. We tend to believe the past was so much better than it is today. But maybe we need to change our outlook on life.
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