I talk to many people on line, and one of the things that keeps coming up is age, I can’t understand why people worry so much about their age; to some it seem a big deal.
To me age is just a number that people use, it like telling the time, you need numbers there, so the clock works, well people need to count off the years, and to me that all it is, a way of counting time.
So why is it a big deal to some people, dose our age make us who we are, dose it define us in some way, I don’t think so, I know it doesn’t stop us from doing things we want to do, sometime we need to do them a new way as we get older but we still do them.
Even with babies, we put an age on things, baby is eight months old, he should be sitting , have teeth, standing or whatever the book say, doesn’t baby always do it when he ready, sometime sooner sometime later, but he always does it in his own time.
Why should people retire at any given age? If someone feels they can work longer, why should they retire, some people still have so much to offer as they get older, something’s are learnt from year of experience, not from a book or the net, if they are in good health and want to keep working a bit longer, good on then, it keep that active and out amongst people and that good for everyone.
Today when I was in town, I had done my shopping and was waiting for Ross, who was off seeing a mate, I sat chatting to a man of I thought of about seventy, he and his wife where in town for four days they were going north to the warm weather for the next two months as their home was down south.
He told me, how he nearly lost his wife to a brain tumour twenty years ago, we agreed he was very lucky to still have her, then he said it was her birthday next week and she would be seventy nine, and that every year they when away for their birthdays, I sat there wondering if his wife seventy nine just how old he was so I ask, he said he was eight five, he told me when he was home he still when to work two days a week, because he like to be with them “young ones” and that he enjoy showing them things that he knew how to do.
This is why I think he looked and was so well for his age, this man enjoy life and what he did, being eighty five should not stop him from doing, thing he liked.
Age does not make us who we are, what make us who we are I think is how we see ourselves, who we are is what in our mind , body, heart and soul, it not in our age or how others see us.
“Age is just a number we use to count the passing years”
S.M. Mac Arthur ©