I have completed 31 years of my life 4 months ago. I’ve always said that maybe by the time I reached 60+, I’ll be bed ridden or I’d often find myself admitted in the clinics/hospitals.
Speaking of age, why do they say “life begins at 40“. Of course not! I’d say my life began since the day I existed.
Wait! When they said “life begins at 40“, were they referring to the “social life” of one’s self? Honestly, I still don’t understand. Could someone enlighten me please?
For me, my life began at birth. But it has become meaningful when I finally had the extension of my life > Deye.
But really when does one’s life begin?
Anyway, back to my age > I’m proud and happy to be 31. Age does not matter to me. I may always say it’s my last year in the calendar but really it doesn’t matter.
The other day while I was thinking of a good subject for my digital scrapping, I’ve browsed on my old photos. I was fascinated the way my face have changed through the years. Until I saw the recent shots that I had. Then I realized, I’m slowly aging. I could tell the difference. But who cares? In the long run, my skin will get wrinkled, whether I like it or not…
As what Albert Einstein had quoted:
And in the end, it’s not the years in your life that counts. It’s the life in your years.
When you die, people won’t talk about your age. They will talk about how you’ve done good and bad through the years when you were still alive. So, why worry about one’s age, right????