Age and such like

I am getting older… finally this fact hits even the Gemini peterpan like me. Do I hit the panic button ? Not really. I have seen many people around me doing just that – and looking really awkward doing it. I have seen people looking anxiously in the mirror for grey strands, for receding hairlines and wrinkles, and I don’t want to join this crowd. Not yet, not ever.

I refuse to get bogged down with a number and start feeling and acting ‘’my age’’. At the same time, I refuse to join the hip bandwagon and go absolutely over the top, trying to act too young because I can’t take the truth.

I am happier today than what I was a decade back. So why should I lament about past youth ? Because I am expected to ? I do not think that a few extra lines on my face or a few grey strands can start unravelling me. What about achievements, both personal and professional ? How in the world would I have been a successful scientist, a national awardee, a mother of a ten year old and a nine year old, if I had stayed in my twenties forever ? Isn’t it sad that we long to achieve when we are in our twenties and when we do get there, we look back and then start longing for those oh-so-young years again ?

I have travelled this far and when I look back, it is with satisfaction. Twenty years back, I would not have thought that I would make it here. Here’s to all the people who look their age, and to all of them who look much younger ! Stop defining yourself with your age. Trust me, it makes no difference - especially to people who matter. And you don’t really need the rest anyway, do you ?