• Lorna Ilena Bussue

Coping with the Inevitability of Aging

Emeralda wonders how many persons look forward to the age when they are not as physically active, compared to earlier periods in their lives. She ponders on the idea of anyone ever being mentally and emotionally ready to meet the challenges of old age. It can be rationalized that preparations should be made for its eventuality. Nonetheless, life has shown that we are unable to control our destiny. Emeralda looks at situations, where despite lofty preparations people still suffer in ways that they little imagined. An elderly might eventually be placed in a highly professional home, as planned, but may still suffer from abuse. Inversely, they may stay at home yet the situation may not differ. One skill that should be mastered, is the art of coping with one's state of mind. Inability to do this may lead to loneliness, apathy and other emotional disorders.

Emeralda, therefore, found it very refreshing to see the senior citizens on the island of Nevis, engaged in appreciable social performances. Administrations, throughout the world, that make social provisions to cater to the nurture of the elderly, should be highly commended. Emeralda feels at ease knowing that the care of the elderly is not just the family's concern but also a national endeavor. She also believes that social interaction is a positive stimulus for overall emotional development. With that in mind, she supports the social services, as offered by the Nevis Island Administration. These services create greater awareness, in allowing us to appreciate the value of the elderly, rather than just treasure the memory of them.


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