Age

…is a funny thing.

When I see little kids playing soccer I want to be nine years old again.

When I see teenager girls talk talk talk and laugh laugh laugh I definitly not want to be a teen again.

When I see babies in stroller I think it would be nice being a baby again, that my parents take care of all day long.

When I see those who have lifelong vacation after a long work life, I’m perfectly happy with my own age, when I see their health issues.

Somehow age is an illusion to me. We are as young or old as we feel. It’s not the years that counts, it’s your experiences and your sence that makes your age, I think.

I found a fresh blog written by a person, which have thoughts that could have been my thoughts twentyfive years ago. But I’d never dared to share them at that age. This twenty year old writer is braver than I was 🙂

This was the post I found:
It is difficult to change… Introvert, Loneliness, Depression

Anna

  
Up to surface/Upp till ytan

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35 thoughts on “Age

  1. You are right to appreciate the now of age, Anna. With each time period comes its own complications. So it is best to appreciated the good things of now.
    Leslie

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  2. With age as with everything else, there are always trade-offs. I wouldn’t want to be an infant, child, teen or anything but what I am. Now, I am were I belong and where I am at home. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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  3. Age is just a number. Some very young people are wise beyond their years, old souls if you will. Some very old people are unwise, obliviously to the world around and what it could’ve taught them if only they’d listened.

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  4. “Somehow age is an illusion to me. We are as young or old as we feel. It’s not the years that counts, it’s your experiences and your sense that makes your age,” – very true !! , Thanks for sharing 🙂

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