Aging fools by Misha Lyuve

May 11, 2011

For ages, aging created contradictory attitudes: wisdom or deterioration? Bliss or burden? But regardless of potential differences in our opinions, one of a few things that we can be certain in this life is that we are aging. Given the inevitability of the fact, I wonder whether the “it’s an enemy” attitude towards the process of aging, its meaning and assessment of our bodies serves us any good.  

Recently visiting Metropolitan Museum of Art, I bumped into the Naked Man  by Lucian Freud, a contemporary artist that happened to be a grandson of infamous Dr. Freud.  

Sleeping by the Lion Carpet, 1996 by Lucian Freud

Sleeping by the Lion Carpet, 1996 by Lucian Freud

 

And if you wonder how deep the preconception of aging is engraved in you by our culture, just try to give it up. Even for a minute. Because without that preconception, our bodies with wrinkles, hairs, saggy skin, fat and scars actually carry profound beauty that represents the process of living and thus aging.   

The painter working. Reflection, 1993 by Lucian Freud
The painter working. Reflection, 1993 by Lucian Freud

So how is that we let a photoshopped picture of a anorexic model on an over-promising advertisement of some facial cream represent anything about aging? Aren’t we aging fools?     

       

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  1. Heulwen R

    Up to now..I have never thought about age being a problem. (Perhaps I should) but to me it would mean wasting ‘energy’ on something that I couldn’t change anyway. I’m otimistic; full of energy; eat healthily; enjoy living; grateful for what I have; hope that I can enlighten others of how vanity can destroy ‘the person’ and not be overly conscious of ones looks. I once won a beauty contest~ can you believe!( I have a friend now who is contemplating surgery!) What we hold inside is more precious and more important (to ourselves & others). I am still ‘me’ whatever I would try and hide from others. And what’s the point of living a lie. I consider myself fortunate to have like-minded friends. I think I’m ‘happy!’