Some days I wish I was like the Tin Man from the “Wizard of Oz” In the first place I would LOVE to have that oil can and be able apply some of that magical oil to a few of my joints, especially my knees! It would be great to have a new heart too.
The one I have is a little battered and beaten. Really though I don’t feel any different than I did when I was 18. Mostly because I cannot remember HOW I felt when I was 18, or 21, or 35…and so on. You get the idea.
If not the Tin Man, then my next choice would be the Cowardly Lion. Nowadays I feel a lot of times the courage I used to think I had, has abandoned me. I’m fearful of a lot of things to which I used to not give much thought. Lack of days, loss of health, or apprehension for my love ones, or perhaps it is just the way which life progresses. I used to think a lot of times about doing things “I wanted to do” …and I would always think “well I’ve got a lot of time left” What an idiot I was…am….Perhaps it’s because my brain just isn’t what it use to be?
In that case, maybe the Scarecrow?? I can certainly tell you that this getting old ain’t like being in Kansas anymore. I’ve been there once and it just isn’t the same.