Day four of Momalom’s 5 for 5 challenge. The topic is age.
I’d love to share something wise or profound on the topic of age, but I fear I haven’t lived long enough to qualify. How’s that for a stab at levity?
Age does not diminish
the extreme disappointment
of having a scoop of ice cream fall from the cone.
In all honesty, I fail to see age as anything other than just a number, and one I have little skill of guessing correctly. When I hear someone described as young, middle-aged or old, I’m never quite sure what to expect. Young does not necessarily mean youthful, vibrant or free. It can be a diplomatic way of calling someone inexperienced, immature or unprepared for whatever big thing is coming.
Youth is a wonderful thing.
What a crime to waste it on children.
~George Bernard Shaw
Middle-aged? To a teen, it may be someone in their twenties. She eats cereal at night. She forgets to charge her iPhone. She is figuring out how to get comfortable in all the new worlds she straddles. To a thirty-something? It’s someone twenty years older.
Middle age is having a choice between two temptations and
choosing the one that’ll get you home earlier.
What about old? Is it ever appropriate to call someone old if they perceive themselves to be young? And by whose standards are we measuring age? In countries where the life expectancy is under 50, is there anyone to call old?
Wrinkles should merely indicate
where smiles have been.
The one-dimensionality of age as a label is a bit limiting to anyone who tosses coins in a fountain, watches for shooting stars at night, or goes to bed the same time his son does. Or his grandchild. Wouldn’t it be more fun to discover what other descriptions apply?
None are so old as those
who have outlived enthusiasm.
~Henry David Thoreau
My thoughts on age are in progress. So is my age. Yours, too, I hope.
There are years that ask questions
and years that answer.
~Zora Neale Hurston