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La vejez es CONQUISTA, no CONDENA
He leído con detenimiento y respeto la reflexión de la estimada usuaria @charjaim titulada “La invisibilidad del adulto mayor”. Su escrito toca fibras sensibles sobre la realidad social de nuestros abuelos en Venezuela, una realidad que conozco bien a través de mis hermanos y que me duele a la distancia. Sin embargo, desde mi rincón, y habitando ya el piso número 70 de la vida, siento el impulso de aportar una mirada complementaria.
No pretendo contradecir su visión, pues cada quien habla desde su ventana, pero sí me gustaría invitar a la comunidad de Holos&Lotus a reflexionar sobre la vejez no como una etapa de "invisibilidad", sino como un ciclo de aceptación y conquista.
Aceptar que ya no somos los "Chamos"
Miren, vamos a estar claros... Vivimos en una sociedad que anda enferma con el tema de la eterna juventud; a veces, el verdadero dolor de uno cuando llega a viejo no son los huesos, sino el empeño de no querer soltar un rol que ya pasó. Es como querer seguir siendo el protagonista de una película que ya cerró casting.
Yo fui ese carajito ciego que se pateó la calle para poder ver. Fui el joven líder que le echaba pichón a todo, con una energía que parecía que no se acababa nunca. Sobrellevé el dolor..., las verdes y las maduras. Pero hoy, a mis 70 años, ya no soy ese "chamo" que se llevaba el mundo por delante. Y aceptarlo, fíjense bien, no es tirar la toalla; es puro aprendizaje, del bueno.

Gracias a Banana Gemini 3 por plasmar mis ideas en esta imagen.
Somos como las estaciones, pues. La naturaleza aquí en el norte me lo restriega en la cara todos los días. La primavera es un estallido, el verano es puro brillo, pero el otoño y el invierno tienen una elegancia sobria, un silencio que hace falta. Envejecer es, sencillamente, entrar en nuestro propio invierno.
El cuerpo pasa factura, pero el espíritu cobra
Claro que llegan los achaques, ¡ni que uno fuera de hierro! Las articulaciones me avisan cuando viene un frente frío y el paso se me puso lento, no les voy a mentir. Pero pelear contra eso es como querer nadar contra la corriente del rio Orinoco: te vas a cansar para nada. He aprendido que mi valor ya no está en cuánto "hago" o qué tan rápido corro, sino en lo que tengo en la cabeza y en la paz que puedo transmitirle a los demás y a mi mismo.
El logro de haber llegado
Hay gente que habla de la "invisibilidad" de los viejos. Pero les digo algo: yo me siento más visible que nunca, al menos ante mis propios ojos.
Llegar a viejo es un reto titánico, una carrera de obstáculos. Uno se pone a sacar la cuenta: ¿cuántos conocidos se quedaron en el camino? ¿Cuántos no pasaron de la infancia, o se los llevó una enfermedad o la violencia...?

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Estar aquí hoy, parao’, respirando, viendo a mi hijo Matthew crecer, eso es un triunfo, caballero. Mis arrugas no son señales de que me estoy echando a perder; son mis medallas de supervivencia. Cada cana es un cuento de una puerta que se cerró o un portón que abrí a punta de pulmón. Ver la vejez como un privilegio que a tantos se les negó te cambia el chip: dejas de pedir que te miren y empiezas a darte las gracias a ti mismo por haber resistido tanto trote.
Entre el caos de allá y el orden de aquí
También hay que matizar, porque envejecer depende de dónde te toque. No es lo mismo ser un abuelo en Venezuela que aquí en Canadá.
Es verdad, en Venezuela la crisis le da una paliza a los ancianos, y eso duele en el alma. Pero aquí en el norte, el lío es otro. El sistema funciona, sí, pero la cultura es más individualista que un juego de tenis. Aquí el viejo tiene que valerse por su cuenta, porque si no, te quedas en el aparato. Y de llegado el momento, son los hijos quienes además del deber tienen la obligación legislativa de apoyar a sus viejos en todo, no de tirarlos en un recinto.
A mis 70, todavía me toca salir a palear nieve o fajarme con los arreglos de la casa. Y miren, ejerzo mi autonomía con un orgullo que no les explico. Hago mis vainas mientras el cuerpo me lo permita. No estoy esperando que nadie me cargue; al contrario, agradezco a la vida que todavía puedo cargar conmigo mismo.

Quizás el secreto para no sentirse "invisible" no es esperar que la sociedad cambie —porque eso está difícil— sino cambiar nosotros mismos cuando nos vemos en el espejo.
Yo no soy ninguna sombra. Soy un hombre con una historia bien larga, con un hijo que me adora, con un pasado complejo y un presente que, por fin, está tranquilo.
Invito a los "seniors" de la comunidad a que abracen sus años. No se me resignen, háganlo con la dignidad del que ya completó el maratón. Aceptemos los nuevos ritmos, cuidemos la salud que nos queda y, sobre todo, vivamos este ciclo sabiendo que mientras haya un hilo de vida, nosotros seguimos siendo los protagonistas de nuestra propia historia.
Creciendo como persona, busca y encuentra lo que necesitas para ser un mejor humano en la Comunidad Holos&Lotus. De seguro, hay un tema que te llamará la atención.

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Old age is an ACHIEVEMENT, not a CONDEMNATION
I have read with care and respect the reflection by the esteemed user @charjaim entitled “The Invisibility of the Elderly”. Her writing touches on sensitive issues regarding the social reality of our grandparents in Venezuela, a reality I know well through my siblings and which pains me from afar. However, from my own corner of the world, now in my seventies, I feel compelled to offer a complementary perspective.
I don't intend to contradict her view, as everyone speaks from their own perspective, but I would like to invite the Holos&Lotus community to reflect on old age, not as a stage of “invisibility,” but as a cycle of acceptance and empowerment.
Accepting that we are no longer the “kids”
Look, let's be clear… We live in a society obsessed with the idea of eternal youth; Sometimes, the real pain of getting old isn't in your bones, but in the stubborn refusal to let go of a role that's already passed. It's like wanting to keep playing the lead in a movie that's already closed its casting call.
I was that blind kid who pounded the pavement to be able to see. I was the young leader who gave it his all, with an energy that seemed endless. I endured the pain... the good times and the bad. But today, at 70, I'm no longer that "kid" who took on the world. And accepting that, mind you, isn't throwing in the towel; it's pure learning, the good kind.

Thanks to Banana Gemini 3 for capturing my ideas in this image.
We're like the seasons, then. Nature here in the north rubs that in my face every day. Spring is an explosion, summer is pure brilliance, but autumn and winter have a sober elegance, a silence that's needed. Growing old is, quite simply, entering our own winter.
The body takes its toll, but the spirit pays the price.
Of course, aches and pains come—I'm not made of iron! My joints warn me when a cold front is coming, and my pace slows down, I won't lie. But fighting against that is like trying to swim against the Orinoco River: you'll tire yourself out for nothing. I've learned that my worth is no longer measured by how much I "do" or how fast I run, but by what's in my head and the peace I can transmit to others and to myself.
The achievement of having reached this point
Some people talk about the "invisibility" of the elderly. But let me tell you something: I feel more visible than ever, at least in my own eyes.
Reaching old age is a titanic challenge, an obstacle course. You start to count: how many acquaintances have fallen by the wayside? How many didn't make it past childhood, or were taken by illness or violence…?

Thanks to Creative Solutions & Art Space.
Being here today, standing, breathing, watching my son Matthew grow up, that's a triumph, my friend. My wrinkles aren't signs that I'm going to waste; they're my medals of survival. Each gray hair is a story of a door that closed or a gate I opened with sheer willpower. Seeing old age as a privilege denied to so many changes your perspective: you stop asking for attention and start thanking yourself for having endured so much hardship.
Between the chaos there and the order here
It's also important to be nuanced, because aging depends on where you live. It's not the same being a grandparent in Venezuela as it is here in Canada.
It's true, in Venezuela the crisis is hitting the elderly hard, and that hurts to the core. But here in the north, the situation is different. The system works, yes, but the culture is more individualistic than a game of tennis. Here, the elderly have to fend for themselves, because otherwise, they're left behind. And when the time comes, it is the children who, in addition to their duty, have the legal obligation to support their parents in everything, not to abandon them in a building.
At 70, I still have to go out and shovel snow or tackle home repairs. And look, I exercise my autonomy with a pride I can't even begin to explain. I do my own thing as long as my body allows me. I'm not waiting for anyone to carry me; on the contrary, I'm grateful to life that I can still carry myself.

Perhaps the secret to not feeling "invisible" isn't waiting for society to change —because that's difficult— but changing ourselves when we look in the mirror.
I am not a shadow. I am a man with a long history, with a son who adores me, with a complex past and a present that, finally, is peaceful.
I invite the seniors in the community to embrace their years. Don't resign yourselves to it; do it with the dignity of someone who has already completed the marathon. Let's accept the new rhythms, take care of the health we have left, and above all, live this cycle knowing that as long as there is a thread of life, we continue to be the protagonists of our own story.
Growing as a person, seek and find what you need to be a better person in the Holos&Lotus Community. Surely, there's a topic that will catch your attention.

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Dedicated to all those who, day after day, make the world a better place.


Dedicado a todos aquellos que, día a día, hacen del mundo un lugar mejor.


Old age is an ACHIEVEMENT, not a CONDEMNATION
I have read with care and respect the reflection by the esteemed user @charjaim entitled “The Invisibility of the Elderly”. Her writing touches on sensitive issues regarding the social reality of our grandparents in Venezuela, a reality I know well through my siblings and which pains me from afar. However, from my own corner of the world, now in my seventies, I feel compelled to offer a complementary perspective.
I don't intend to contradict her view, as everyone speaks from their own perspective, but I would like to invite the Holos&Lotus community to reflect on old age, not as a stage of “invisibility,” but as a cycle of acceptance and empowerment.
Accepting that we are no longer the “kids”
Look, let's be clear… We live in a society obsessed with the idea of eternal youth; Sometimes, the real pain of getting old isn't in your bones, but in the stubborn refusal to let go of a role that's already passed. It's like wanting to keep playing the lead in a movie that's already closed its casting call.
I was that blind kid who pounded the pavement to be able to see. I was the young leader who gave it his all, with an energy that seemed endless. I endured the pain... the good times and the bad. But today, at 70, I'm no longer that "kid" who took on the world. And accepting that, mind you, isn't throwing in the towel; it's pure learning, the good kind.

Thanks to Banana Gemini 3 for capturing my ideas in this image.
We're like the seasons, then. Nature here in the north rubs that in my face every day. Spring is an explosion, summer is pure brilliance, but autumn and winter have a sober elegance, a silence that's needed. Growing old is, quite simply, entering our own winter.
The body takes its toll, but the spirit pays the price.
Of course, aches and pains come—I'm not made of iron! My joints warn me when a cold front is coming, and my pace slows down, I won't lie. But fighting against that is like trying to swim against the Orinoco River: you'll tire yourself out for nothing. I've learned that my worth is no longer measured by how much I "do" or how fast I run, but by what's in my head and the peace I can transmit to others and to myself.
The achievement of having reached this point
Some people talk about the "invisibility" of the elderly. But let me tell you something: I feel more visible than ever, at least in my own eyes.
Reaching old age is a titanic challenge, an obstacle course. You start to count: how many acquaintances have fallen by the wayside? How many didn't make it past childhood, or were taken by illness or violence…?

Thanks to Creative Solutions & Art Space.
Being here today, standing, breathing, watching my son Matthew grow up, that's a triumph, my friend. My wrinkles aren't signs that I'm going to waste; they're my medals of survival. Each gray hair is a story of a door that closed or a gate I opened with sheer willpower. Seeing old age as a privilege denied to so many changes your perspective: you stop asking for attention and start thanking yourself for having endured so much hardship.
Between the chaos there and the order here
It's also important to be nuanced, because aging depends on where you live. It's not the same being a grandparent in Venezuela as it is here in Canada.
It's true, in Venezuela the crisis is hitting the elderly hard, and that hurts to the core. But here in the north, the situation is different. The system works, yes, but the culture is more individualistic than a game of tennis. Here, the elderly have to fend for themselves, because otherwise, they're left behind. And when the time comes, it is the children who, in addition to their duty, have the legal obligation to support their parents in everything, not to abandon them in a building.
At 70, I still have to go out and shovel snow or tackle home repairs. And look, I exercise my autonomy with a pride I can't even begin to explain. I do my own thing as long as my body allows me. I'm not waiting for anyone to carry me; on the contrary, I'm grateful to life that I can still carry myself.

Perhaps the secret to not feeling "invisible" isn't waiting for society to change —because that's difficult— but changing ourselves when we look in the mirror.
I am not a shadow. I am a man with a long history, with a son who adores me, with a complex past and a present that, finally, is peaceful.
I invite the seniors in the community to embrace their years. Don't resign yourselves to it; do it with the dignity of someone who has already completed the marathon. Let's accept the new rhythms, take care of the health we have left, and above all, live this cycle knowing that as long as there is a thread of life, we continue to be the protagonists of our own story.
Growing as a person, seek and find what you need to be a better person in the Holos&Lotus Community. Surely, there's a topic that will catch your attention.

Community's own infographic Holos&Lotus
Dedicated to all those who, day after day, make the world a better place.


Dedicated to all those who, day after day, make the world a better place.


Excelente escrito.
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Creo que el párrafo número 11 le da la respuesta. Yo nunca me quité la edad y ahora tengo unos permisos que me encantan, pero me gustaría tener más apoyo social, del que ya hay, sueño con ello y lo veré muy seguramente.
Le felicito por esa autonomía y seguridad tan necesarias a nuestra edad.
Saludos cordiales.
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