I read it while thinking they were the same age. After living for half a century, looking back on the past, feeling nostalgic about my youth, and feeling old due to changes in my body, I felt a sense of loss of not being able to keep what I had in my hands, or a stuck situation where I didn't feel expectations for the future as if I had entered a long tunnel, and a sense of emptiness and loneliness (what is it that I have worked so hard for?)
I can't keep up with TV or information, my memory gets bad, I don't feel motivated, and even when I get involved with young people at work, I can't keep up with topics. I'm keenly aware that she's an old lady...
Even when I got back to my parents' house, the scenery had changed, and my memorable places and the stores I often visited were gone. It feels like what I've lived for has disappeared, and it makes me scared. I want to go back to those days. I want to meet everyone. don't forget me.
Living through menopause is like this, and not everything I see is fun anymore. However, I want to praise myself for running this far, saying “you did your best,” and I'm thinking of walking to the next stage while slowing down my speed while doing mental and physical maintenance. From here on, rather than the enthusiasm to take on the challenge, while finding a chair (place to stay) with room to accept it or sit down, he said, “I am me. I want to cherish “the one and only person who can't be replaced by anyone.”
The Buddha cares for me like this. I want to be a person who can rejoice at being blessed with various relationships and blessings in a way of living hand in hand while receiving the reassuring peace of mind that they will be with me until the end of my life.
You, too, should walk slowly. My current feelings will also change again. Let's take care of them as they age while being swayed flexibly.