I’m Too Old For Games

My life is good. I have God to thank for that. I’m sixty years old and I feel so blessed. Somedays I feel my age, but most of the time, I feel younger than that. Although there are times…

I’m too old for games, too tired to pretend, and too wise for lies.

When you read that, does it hit you in the gut? Do you feel that it applies to you? If you do, then, every now and then, you must have someone who tries to play games with your head or your heart. Right?

As we get older, we learn to recognize people who are the game players. We can recognize them way off. Game players are usually the narcissistic people, the ones whose life is all about themselves. And they see every area of life as a game. And the only way they play is to get everything for themselves. Don’t walk. Run from them. As fast as you can.

I guess I never learned to pretend to be anyone else because of the way I grew up. We had a tough time. But we were real. We had each other and we never thought about being someone other than who we really were. But I know people who do pretend.

Times passes and you begin to see, people for who they really are and not for who they pretend to be.

It may take a while for some people, but for the most part, you can see straight through a person who is a pretender. They may pretend to have certain attributes or their whole life may be a pretense, but eventually, the truth comes out.

Some people think that the truth can be hidden with a little cover-up and decoration. But as time goes by, what is true is revealed and what is fake fades away.

And the liars. Oh, the liars. There are some people who lie about everything. They can’t seem to help themselves. As we get older, we learn to recognize the liars and the lies for who and what they are. It’s just a part of living life. You become wiser and your lie detector becomes finely tuned.

Sending you blessings of love and gratitude from Sterrett, Alabama!

Charity M. Richey-Bentley