Take what you like and leave the rest.
What is the age of your body? What is the age of the spirit that lives within it? For most of us, the two are not the same. And our inner age can change very quickly.
· Sometimes we are five years old, with the wonder of life about us.
· Sometimes we are sixteen, standing on the threshold of new experiences.
· Sometimes we are two, mad as blazes at the world which will not bend to our expectations.
Whatever age we are at right now, it is a good age, and it will be, at least to some extent, what we make of it. It is our expectations of ourselves and our situation which will determine whether or not we are happy with our age.
Certain ages have become beacons, hallmarks as it were. 16, 21, 30, 50, 65, 80, and 100. Something magical seems to take place. A threshold has been crossed, a metamorphosis happens.
We are somehow different, or at least we are seen as being different.
When I awoke on my thirtieth birthday, I had no wrinkles on my face, By that same evening, I had obtained my very own set of parenthesis which I carry to this day.
And somehow that seems deeply meaningful of some obscure fact which I do not fully understand. Some change had happened because of the magical age of thirty.
There are many magical ages. Ages which give us grandchildren, respect, & security; ages which give us excitement, challenge and wonder.
We expect that by a specific time we will have experienced a set number of things, accomplished specific goals.
But I would remind you of what that Great American Philosopher, Tom Smothers, once said:
"Life is what happens to you while you're making other plans."