ur lieutenants.

Be not weary, grow not discouraged when your progress is hampered by
obstacles.

OLD AGE

The Pleasures of a Well Lived Life

There are three periods in our lives: the youth period or prospective
period, the adult or introspective period, and the old age or
retrospective period.

Too many there are who look forward to old age with fear or dread.

But old age has its joys and pleasures as keen as youth or adult age, if
the youth and adult ages were lived sanely, worthily and properly.

If middle age is spent in getting dollars only, then old age will be
days of empty nothingness.

Youth is the planning time of ideals and ambitions, middle age the
building time and old age the dividend time.

With many, old age is reading the book of the past, with sadness as the
reader recognizes that the ideals, plans and hopes were shattered. As
age turns the page in the book of the past he reads one hope after
another vanished in smoke.

Anticipation is seldom realized, and this is as it should be, for in
time men will learn to live each day for each day's good and each day's
happiness.

Let us perform our duty today, let us put away a kindly act, a smile, a
word of cheer in the bank of good deeds.

Each of us has our share in this world's work. It matters little whether
our actual share is what we had guessed or wished it to be.

Vicissitudes clip us here and there, so-called misfortune or bad luck
will strike us when least suspected. The failure of our dreams should
not grieve us.

We cannot reach up and grasp the stars, but like the pilot at the wheel
at sea we can steer by those stars and help us on our way.

Our ideal may not be realized but the journey to it may still be a
pleasant one.

Our ideals, plans and hopes had a real purpose, a real service; they
gave us courage and made us work and thus they were well worth while.

We must not in the old age period condemn ourselves because our plans
failed or our castles were shattered.

There is no hard luck but incurable disease or death. It is not for us
to mourn the past or weep over the vases from which the flowers are
gone.

In our active days we must realize we are putting memories away in our
brains that will come back to us in old age.

Only what we put in our brains we can take out.

So then, Mr. Avarice, I warn you if gold is your God it's cold comfort
you will get in your sunset days.

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