I had a discussion with some friends recently about how
old each of us thought we were. Not our calendar age, but the age we held in
our mind. All of us clocked in at least ten years younger than our trips around
the sun would indicate.
I began to wonder if our age was dictated by significant
events in our lives instead of the calendar. I have kids that are still at home so this puts me in the
kid-rearing age. My clock stopped when they were born. They keep me young by telling me what’s
popular in games, memes, and cultural touchstones in general. I suppose when they leave the
house, I’ll have to add at least ten years to my clock.
But, I have a friend in her mid-sixties who is the
youngest person I know. A couple of years back she returned to being a ski bum
and hung out with all the 20-somethings in the warming hut. Her kids are grown but she still listens to
alternative music and reads cyberpunk novels. Her youth isn’t just mental; she
physically looks younger than any of her peers.
This leads to my thought of the day. What if people acted
the age that they wanted to be rather than the age they were. Sometimes we
could play more games, other times we could dance, and sing in the car while we
did our errands. I think that this would make us stay younger longer, in a
healthy way. This may become one of five year goals.
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