The discussion that permeates the air was not really disturbing but it was an awareness that people age. It was actually pleasant to talk about growing old. The apprehensions of having grey hair, sagging body parts, memory relapse and the lost of friends are topics of the natural order. They are part of what is to happen to everyone.
The mystery that surrounds the dying tree had been a welcome discussion among the children in my class. Most suggested plenty of sun and rain for the tree to grow back its leaves. Some even suggested making paper leaves to hang or glue among the tree's branches. Everyone was concerned about its condition but they all understood that if the tree is sickly or old, then there was a tendency for the tree to die. The tree had given us shade from the scorching heat of the afternoon sun during outside play. The tree had given us flowers during its blooming season. The tree had given us joy as we recreated its shadows through art and during our study about gardens.
Our growth as a person is a celebration of our existence in this world. Our learning throughout are the glory we seek and earn. Our fellowship with people is the glue towards individuality and uniqueness. Our journeys are measures of our being human and humane. Our contributions become crowns of respect, commitment and responsibility.
The greatest part of growing old is the attitude towards it. We grow old and we should strive to grow old gracefully. We look at the world not as a burden but as a journey towards what is best not only for ourselves but also for others.
The tree in the school's garden served its purpose. Our lives should serve a purpose as well. It is in living that we learn to accept death. It is dying that we begin eternal life.
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