...Unless You Are A Cheese
This is such a true statement, with a few other delicacies added to the menu…like wine.
Some would like to say that experience and age go hand in hand - but those of us with old souls, who've looked into the eyes of those who should have seen more and known more…about themselves, about others…about any and everything that somehow their years didn't bring them...we know better.
Some embrace age and the lines on their faces like some sort of battle scar that should be treasured…as if the memories would somehow fade with the lines they love to hate…and hate to love.
Wisdom is not a foregone conclusion of age, neither is foolishness that of youth. Experience comes in all forms and more life can be lived in a single hour than is sometimes lived in an entire year.
Age Doesn't Define You
I've always hated age and its ridiculously perceived ability to define us. Never once have I been the right age. First, I was too young - to know, to do, to understand, to be. Then I was too old - to do, or “still” be, or not know…or even still to know. There never seems to be a perfect age, because age is arbitrary. There is not some mysterious number that defines us - that defines who we are, what we feel, what we have a right to desire or ability to know and understand. The childlike exuberance dwells within the soul of a 90-year old woman, as she desires to dance and laugh and love and find beauty…and be found beautiful. Too much knowledge and understanding and contemplating can be found in the eyes of a 5-year old child who watches and sees things others don't. A man does not find wisdom at a certain age or lose his sense of wonder at another. Even when wonder is no longer seen, it is only because society has taught him to hide it, for it is not comely for a man of his years to harbor such foolish dreams.
Age is a number
Age is a number, nothing more. It cannot quantify life, for life is not lived in years, but in moments. And moments…well, they can take all or no time at all.
Be who you are. Do not let age define you. And please…stop trying to define age as well. For there is nothing that a number should look like either on a person's face or on person's soul.
What About You?
In what ways are you letting age define you? How have you overcome the outward expectations of age?