“All theory, dear friend, is gray, but the golden tree of life springs ever green.” Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Wiki/Dictionary.com does not provide a word origin but notes the phrase emerged in the 1950s. Unconfirmed sources say that Merrill Lynch Investments used the phrase in an advertising campaign. The traditional golden anniversary occurs at 50 years of marriage, a mark that few couples would have seen prior to the 1950s, and golden years might bring up thoughts of people of sufficient age to have a golden anniversary, which would then imply people over about 65 or 70 years.
As the cycle of life ends
The wisdom of age
Measured words of compassion
As the twilight dawns…
What are the Golden Years? Have you ever wondered where the term Golden Years originated from? The blockqoute above tells us. However, when I think of Golden Years, I imagine being bathed in light as I lollygag on a private beach. After years of serving our fellow men and women, the fortunate amongst us might get a golden watch or parachute – a way to retire in style. It was an important rite of passage and all working folk looked forward to it. Nowadays, most don’t. The world of work has changed.
Alas, in our modern disposable world, the elderly get shoved to the side as all things new, youthful and glittery replace them. Our young billionaires are under 40 and have a different perspective on the world of work. For any of us who choose to not learn new things and instead, hold unto old ways and habits, the train of technological advancement speeds by. We must stay motivated to keep up our pace with the changing world. We are never too young or old to learn new skills or imagine something better and golden so, I choose not to despair…
“Every moment is a golden one for him who has the vision to recognize it as such.” Henry Miller
A beginner’s mind
Wise choice for retirement
The passage of time
We waste time whining
The bell tolls, Life passes by
We search for lost time
When I was young, my parents were vibrant and busy. They seemed invincible, immortal and, like every child, I imagined them living forever. My Dad passed away before he could slow down enough to enjoy his golden years. My Mom met hers in a way she would have never imagined or wished for. So while some of us imagine elderly life in shimmering gold, and others view aging as a joyful or sad event, what remains inevitable is that we will all – AGE – and eventually pass away.
How else can we define the golden years? I see the golden years as a gift; a time to reflect on how we served others; on how we loved our family and friends; on how we forgave ourselves for our mistakes; and how we helped strangers. Then we can sit back and enjoy the warmth and love of those around us… glowing in the light that shines from our hearts.