A reply to a young person’s post, looking ahead at their life. The idea is postulated that “age is in one’s mind”, and drew a reply including the statement “Age is simply not a significant number.”
Age is, indeed, a significant number.
It would be folly to deny this.
Can a newborn walk?
Can the eldest elder run like a child?
We must recognize and enjoy each year that comes to us. We must celebrate our energy and wonder and unbounded future of our youths.
We must stop and smell each and every rose during those wonder-filled years if one is blessed with children. Drink in every moment, tuck these memories into your heart.
We must be willing to relish the maturity of our age. To have a wondrous well of experiences and memories that add hue and tone to our every living moment.
To cherish those days remaining, knowing we are closer to the end of the trail than the beginning.
Age is a name for each book and chapter of your life. “Me, age 10”, “I go to School”, “Learning to Drive a Car”, “College Days”, “Time In Service”, “Marriage”, “My Children”, “Saying Goodbye to Mom”, “Life Filled with Wonder”, “Joy and Tears”, “Me, age 40”, “Me, age 50”.
Each volume is neatly stacked in the library of your mind.
What a fine and joyous thing it is to peruse my library.
To carefully select a volume, hold it in my hands, linger over the stories and illustrations.
One day, I shall fall off to sleep, reading…