We think of growing old and we think of aged people, old people, retired people, elderly people, nursing home people and dying people. When we think of growing old, we don’t think of babies, teenagers, young people and college students. Ironic in a way, since everyone from birth to death is growing old or is at least growing older. Perhaps that is the difference. Growing old seems to 
mean aged. Growing older is a process while growing old denotes a physical condition. Old means droopy skin, failing health, difficulty walking and a general decline in one’s ability to be mobile. To some, old is a state of being or as others would say a state of mind. Call old what you will, but none can deny the physical deterioration that comes with growing older.
In the Velveteen Rabbit, as the stuffed toy rabbit grows older, he becomes more and more worn and raggedy. Despite his aging, the rabbit becomes more and more loved by the boy who has become his constant companion through the years. The love of the boy eventually makes the 
Velveteen Rabbit “real.” Regardless of the rabbit’s becoming threadbare, torn and disfigured, the Velveteen Rabbit gains a persona that can only be understood by someone who values longevity, companionship and friendship.
Of course, we all value companionship and longevity; many people in our lives are like the Velveteen Rabbit. Our sisters and brothers, our grandfathers and grandmothers, our mothers and fathers and our good friends and spouses; will all become older and older and older. Eventually, they all become aged, misshapen, wrinkled and decrepit. But if they have been good companions through the years, we are blind to their aging process. We only see the love and caring that they have shown us. We are blind to their difficulty with hearing and their inability to keep up with us. We only see the person who was kind and thoughtful to us. We are blind to their infirmaries and disabilities. We only see the person who took care of us and helped us in our time of need.
I sometimes look at my spouse Karen who has put on pounds and wrinkles and walks slower than she used to. Over the years, she has become more and more beautiful. Looking back, I am not sure Karen was real to me when we were first dating and even married. It has taken nearly 30 years of togetherness for 
me to more fully appreciate the person that she is and it is still a process that is evolving. The commitments that she makes to others often go beyond my understanding. The kindness and compassion that she shows to those who are in need is more than touching. The many ways she sacrifices what she wants so that she can help me get what I want have all made Karen real to me.
One of the saddest things, you hear at funerals, is the comment “I wish I had spent more time with them.” It is probably inevitable that we feel this way. Having pondered this comment over many wakes and funerals, I wonder if more time would really have made a difference. I rather think it would be the “quality” of time we spent with others. You may think that I am simply citing a cliché “quality of time?” What is this elusive quality of time? Some examples from my own life with Karen illustrate this concept for me. Perhaps for you it will be different:
- Sharing meals together
- Going to hospital visits together
- Sharing back rubs and massages
- Reading together
- Traveling together
- Shopping together
- Spending quiet time together
- Being concerned with each other’s work
- Helping each other whenever we can
- Checking in each day to see how the other is doing
- Always hugging and greeting each other when going or coming
- Taking care of each other when sick
My list might seem trivial to you. Your list might be very different. Nevertheless, what if we spent the time with our loved ones that enabled all of us to say when they are no longer with us that: “I am glad I spent the time with them that I did.” Is the time we spend watching TV or football or golfing, or fishing so precious that we could not have spent a little more time growing older with our loved ones?
We are inundated with emails, text messages, advertisements, news, news and more news. Our minds and brains are saturated with people beseeching us to buy, sell, rent, borrow, donate, loan or vote. The rest of our time, we are numbed by media depictions of trivia, deprivations and horror. We are fascinated by Hollywood, Bollywood and royalty. For many of us, Princess Kate is more real than our own brother or sister.
When Princess Diana was killed, I remember seeing a co-worker who had a shrine in her cubicle for the Princess. Princess Diana was one of the most popular people in the world. She was real for many because they lived her life with her. Recent polls show 
Princess Kate is now as popular as Diana once was. The media is making Kate real for us just as it once did for Diana. The sad part of this is not that we identify with and make these people real, it is that we fail to make the truly important people in our lives real. How much do you know about the lives, wishes, hopes, dreams and fears of the really important people in your life? Do you get as much news about and with them as you get about Princess Kate?
GROW old along with me! (From Rabbi Ben Ezra by Robert Browning)
The best is yet to be,
The last of life, for which the first was made:
Our times are in His hand
Who saith ‘A whole I planned,
Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!’
I think we fail to teach our children the value of time. We teach the value of money, but we neglect to teach the value of time. It might be argued that money and time are valued according to their scarcity. To the young, time is plentiful and money is scarce. To the old, time is scarce and money is (if not plentiful) at least often more abundant. If this argument is correct, then it would be a waste of time trying to teach the value of either time or money. Their value is fixed according to age. I disagree with this argument.
I think if you look closely, many older people have never valued time as much as they still value money. And many young people fully understand the value of time and would readily put it over the lure of more and more money. If this is so, then it suggests that the value of each is not fixed by age but by some mental process perhaps not fully understood. If a mental concept or construct is at work here, it can be modified or changed by reason and logic. I may be justified in thinking that young children need to be told that time is valuable and that in many cases it is not fungible. You can never replace or substitute money or goods for the time that you did not spend with your family, friends or loved ones.
Time has every right to be as respected a discipline as the study of money. In capitalism, money becomes King, money is good. We pervert nature by upending the true value of things. Tangibles become more important than intangibles. Goods become more important than services. Greed becomes more important than charity. Youth becomes more important than experience.
Aristotle was right in his use of the Golden Mean concept to show how to create a balance that was harmonious with the world. 
Anything taken to extremes becomes evil or distorted. Time and money are the pivots upon which the world rotates. They must be kept in harmony. We have lost our balance though and let money become the sacred source of happiness and success. Perhaps the really wealthy people are the ones with more time. Why wait until retirement to become truly wealthy?
Time for Questions:
Do you have a balance in your life between time and money? Do you keep the really important things in your life in proper perspective? Do you value time as much as you value money? Do you think we need to do more to help have a balance in our country? Are you willing to share your time with others? How about your money?
Life is just beginning.
Aging Capriciously 