That wonder of wonders, Clint Eastwood, is still making films that are better than almost everybody’s, at age 93.
A few years ago, when he was on the eve of his 88th birthday, he was playing golf with Toby Keith when the country singer asked him, “How do you remain so young and active?”
Clint replied, “I don’t let the old man in.”
Mr. Keith took those words and wrote a hit song out of them; the video features the great actor/director.
Few if any of us can be Clint Eastwood. But approaching my 80th birthday on Nov. 22—the 60th anniversary of the assassination of JFK, I know well, since I was 20 the day it happened—the question of aging is certainly on my mind and Mr. Eastwood’s advice couldn't seem truer.
He isn’t alone in his “age is just a number” approach to life. Sophocles wrote “Oedipus at Colonus” at 90, while Anna Mary Robertson "Grandma" Moses didn’t start painting until she was 76 and continued until her death at 101.
And then there’s our 80-year-old current president, whose staff frequently cuts his mic before he can make another gaffe, as happened just the other day in Vietnam.
Most of us realize that nature, God, karma, or however we want to describe it has a lot to do with how we age. [Expletive] happens. Friends, relatives, and acquaintances, sometimes surprising ones, become ill out of nowhere and are never themselves again or worse.
Still, some—actually a significant amount—of our fate is in our own hands.
In these times, with the future of our Republic hanging in the balance, it behooves us more than ever to keep active in mind and body and not let the old man or woman in. Like it or not, we are all soldiers in a war for the soul of our country.
Not participating to the best of your abilities can end up being the equivalent of acquiescence.
Sometimes, I read in comments sections—even at The Epoch Times—a disturbing mixture of cynicism and despair. The other day, this occurred several times in response to my article “On Impeachment, What Goes Around Comes Around.” Some were skeptical that the Republican investigation of Biden’s activities was anything but eyewash, and, in fact, would always be eyewash.
I get it. But would we be better without such an investigation? I doubt it.
Again, it’s up to us to support and enhance such initiatives. If God, as some think, already has a plan for us, we must do our parts nevertheless. The good news is there’s at least a bit of Clint Eastwood in everybody, somewhere, if we decide to access it.
I was (mostly) fortunate to be born and/or bred Type A, so have always worked hard almost automatically to keep the old man out. Of the famous duo—diet and exercise—that are known as our best bets for longevity, I am at least good at the latter, having redoubled my efforts in that regard.