- "Nobody grows old merely by living a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul." ~Samuel Ullman
I can't help but admitting it - I feel old, rather grown-up. I still play soccer for a couple of hours every day and my hair is still intact (and black!). But, the spring in my step seems to have disappeared. My prized possessions of a good memory and creativity seem to have taken a bad seat in the harried stream of life. I feel heavier, especially at the middle (probably to balance my center of gravity) and yawn every other hour (notwithstanding the fact that I've just had lunch).
Over the last 6 months, I've had a chance to re-witness my childhood or rather re-construct it. I've watched my nephew grow up from 0-6 months (sounds like the size on a kid's dress). More importantly, the way my parents have contributed to his upbringing. Watching from a distance, I see myself in the toddler. And understand the amount of sleepless nights borne by my parents to get me here. As an afterthought, wouldn't it be great if I could reverse the aging process and start shrinking? (I'm no Brad Pitt, but my case would surely be curious)
On the other hand, I look at my nonagenarian grandmother. She needs help to walk, and struggles with her eyesight and hearing. But she's had a contented life. Her 7 children are well-off and take care of her needs and wishes. It would be a miracle if I could make it alive for that long. But would I have a similar life or a plain sorry ending?
So, I'm 27 (gasp!), Getting married within a month (cheers!), and planning to settle down in life (sigh! settling down is fine, settling expenses isn't). There's not much of a choice that I have, so I might as well reset the counters and start all over again.
"And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years."
- Abraham Lincoln