Finding True Love In Our Twilight Years
There is a persistent notion that love belongs chiefly to the young. We see it everywhere—in films, advertisements, songs that never seem to grow older. Love is portrayed as the province of smooth faces, restless bodies, and lives just beginning. It belongs to first apartments, midnight phone calls, jealous quarrels, reckless kisses, and promises made before anyone understands how difficult life can be. Later years, according to this shallow script, are meant for routine, practicality, and quiet companionship. For settling. For making do. But life rarely obeys such scripts. Sometimes the deepest love does not arrive in spring. Sometimes it comes much later, after storms have passed through and left their marks behind. By then, disappointment has often taught humility. Loss has taught tenderness. Time has shown us the difference between being desired and being cherished, between charm and character, between excitement and peace. When we are young, we often fall in love with feeling itse...
