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Thank you. Fragility of Life, reminds me to breathe deeply, in through the nose, out through the mouth, often, throughout my day, using noisy Yoga Breathe whenever possible,as long as God enables me to. Yes, as I mindfully embrace the fragility of life, the offerings of this day loom sunny as I remind myself that one day the last one will come to fruition, perhaps when I am least aware. Today I value what I have, not wishing to squander even one day unaware.

I know two lovely, intelligent, brave young women in their 20's. Both are struggling and suffering in ways that, viewed through the long lens of memory, look so familiar; and I keep telling them, this is the toughest age imaginable--just hang in there, because I promise you it gets easier.

Thank you, Mr. Leland. Your article mirrors my experience while working as an expressive arts therapist in the dementia unit of a nursing home. As human beings, we retain access to our emotions and creativity for our entire lifespan, even with a diagnosis of alzheimer's disease.

Among the stresses of youth is the preoccupation with approval and attractiveness. Then there are those annoying sex hormones constantly encouraging us to make fools of ourselves. In my later years I do not worry so much about outside approval, but the reverse is now in play - to give my support and approval to those just coming into the stadium of life as I make my to the exit. As for appearing attractive, ah, well, vanity springs eternal, but I am liberated from the anxieties of worrying whether I am attractive enough - that I am alive and functioning quite is enough. And I do not torture myself looking into the mirror too much, at least not in the morning. At a senior center I read a sign on the wall that I rather liked: "Just forget your age and move forward with what you must do."

At an immature 92 I'm still getting used to bouts of constipation and the long dreams of missing Marilyn Monroe and Groucho Marx. Persistent thoughts of the old second hand book stores on lower Fourth Avenue and the Aquarium at the Battery makes growing up in New York spills rivers of nostalgia but I live in Helsinki now where Siberia froze my ass for the last two weeks while the North Pole was the nearest place one could escape the winter. All the old places like 142 East 18 Street, the oldest apartment house in the city, with seven rooms and 5 working fireplaces for $70 a month are long gone. Indications are the whole planet will be as uninhabited as Mars in a decade or so saving me the cost and bother of getting there so that's something to look forward to.

Wonderful, joyful and speaking from experience, rings true here. A reminder to take some dancing-lessons and sing from the heart. Love this photo of 'In bed together' by Adrienne Grunwald. Many thanks, Mr. Leland, and forwarding to other pals who will enjoy this as well.

I have often thought to myself that my 20s were so great in part because they were so awful, a paradox, I know, but one that reflects the reality. I had skipped over the early anxiety inducing dilemma by starting a career in journalism, television and radio, while still going through high school and college, but there was also that looming future and whether I could keep the ball rolling, so to speak. I worked hard to make things more difficult for myself and succeeded in that endeavor. I sometimes wonder if getting older means giving up and, for that reason, finding a higher level of contentment and relaxation with who and what you are. If that's the case, I am still very busy making things difficult for myself. Enjoyed the series on older New Yorkers greatly, especially the man who said he was just waiting around to die but his only regret would be that he wouldn't be around to be happy he had finally died. He would finally get what he wanted with no way to "enjoy" it.

Great piece & wonderful video! Immensely important message, as well as preserves the legacy of the greatest filmmaker of all time while providing a platform for the new emerging NYC talent. Job well done Ellie Sachs & Matt Starr!

"Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter." - Mark Twain

A person now in their 90s is very likely, as a kid, to have met someone born before the Civil War. We need the stories of the elderly.

In our youth-obsessed culture, I find John Leland’s portraits of life experiences among the elderly an inspiration. I have often found that the elderly provide a perspective of wisdom that can’t be matched by my younger contemporaries. I hope his writing inspires interest among millennials in the wisdom that can only come from life experience!

I don't envy the so-called millennial generation. The world we Baby Boomers are handing over really stinks in so many ways. By all means cultivate the arts, kids. They may be the last form of employment available to humans. Jobs in retail, Uber, waiting tables: going soon. A.I. is coming for them and it's right around the corner. Trump, NRA, the so-called Churches and the Republicans are coming for NYC and LA, coming for the artistic life-style itself. Between the debt service on the GOP Billionaire Boys' Public Assistance Program (the GOP tax cuts), trade wars, industry wide wage freezes and getting the bill for my generation's use of Social Security and Medicare, they aren't going to be enjoying much disposable income when they get our age. If they get there. Well, they probably are going to be smoking a lot of pot. They're going to need it.

What an absolute delight (this backstory, your main article and the short clip). Now I want to see the rest of the film! Your year among the oldest old is a gift that keeps giving, truly.