I watched a movie called ” Jumanji 2″ recently . The grandpa of the male protagonist often knocks things over at home because he is old and has limited mobility. And when he said “getting old sucks” out of his mouth, I couldn’t help but blurt out a laugh, as if he had the feeling of saying what was in my heart for me! It turns out that the way of saying “old” can also be very humorous.

Taking advantage of this sense of humor, let me pick up my pen again, imagining myself like the enlightened grandfather in the film, realizing “…getting old is a gift. I forget that sometimes, but it is . What more could a guy possibly want?” and I could laugh and wrote my stuffs about “the old bones and meridians”.

Thinking about how I have felt the signs of aging recently, my hands and feet are numb from time to time, and I tripped down the stairs if I walked faster. I can fall off my hands if I wash a dish without attention. As a result, I felt depressed and thought of stop to writing in order not to put a bunch of embarrassing things from my old bones.

I didn’t expect that watching this film today but it did changed my mood. I started to wish myself to be a person who is capable of creating joy! I want to learn the spirit of optimism and bravery from the director and actors! So taking advantage of this momentum, I tried to imagine myself experiencing that thrilling adventure like this grandpa, and finally, after returning from the game, I also realized that “getting old is a gift, I forget that sometimes, but it is . What more could a guy possibly want?”, as grandpa said. In my word simply translated is,” Thank goodness, I’m still alive!” Lol.

I’m going to practicing “aging is a gift” this mental work as my daily homework. Then I’ll use this state of mind to talk about the story of meridians and my old bones. I hope that one day I will truly receive this gift instead of relying on others or myself to do ideological work. That should be the reason that my neurons have finally broken through the limitations of my body-the old bones, I guess. I’m looking forward to breaking day’s coming and then I’ll traveling lightly and leisurely in the arrival of the humorous and elegant river of the thought.