Ageless Living By Mark Farenbaugh

Ageless Living

By

Mark Farenbaugh

I am a man who has lived a long time, but I want to live longer. When I look in the mirror, I see the signs of my years - creased skin, silver hair, scars from times of recklessness or risk. I was quicker once, and stronger, but now I move with a stride more patient and practiced. Still, the idea of risk remains part of my constitution.

I have lived many moons. I worked double-time when others rested, earned my calluses that never truly faded, and burned through life knowing that it was short. I have built things that lasted—homes, friendships, maybe even a name for myself. 

Now retired, people assumed I was winding down.

But I’ve never asked Father Time for permission to keep moving. I ignore birthdays, noticing them only when surprised. What is in a number, after all? Sometimes I wish I didn’t know the day I was born. I don’t use pain as a ledger of time.

I pick up new habits these days - writing, learning languages, exploring new trades, cooking better than before, and seeking out new experiences. I enjoy reading, but only for an hour a day, to make time for movement and adventure. I don’t envy those who stay put and rest. 

I’m mindful that not everyone thinks the same. I know my life path has been an adventure - one that some might not have had the time to pursue, so I simply tell people they’re still young enough to find out. 

I move forward out of curiosity, not by the clock. I have lived many moons, but that hasn’t dimmed my desire to keep going. As the doctors say: Move or die.

“Don't let the old man in”
I wanna leave this alone
Can't leave it up to him
He's knocking on my door

And I knew all of my life
That someday it would end
Get up and go outside
Don't let the old man in

Many moons I have lived
My body's weathered and worn
Ask yourself how would you be
If you didn't know the day you were born

Try to love on your wife
And stay close to your friends
Toast each sundown with wine
Don't let the old man in

Hmm-mm
Hmm-mm
Hmm-mm

Many moons I have lived
My body's weathered and worn
Ask yourself how would you be
If you didn't know the day you were born

When he rides up on his horse
And you feel that cold bitter wind
Look out your window and smile
Don't let the old man in
Look out your window and smile
Don't let the old man in

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