Happy to be Twenty Seven

I’m turning 27 in a couple of months. In a few years, I’ll be 30, and a few more years after that I’ll be long gone from the calendar. I’ll be 40 and before you know it, I'll be 50 then 60 (and still counting), and probably be old enough to be a grandma. You get the picture. I don’t know if it’s at this point in one’s life that one starts getting conscious of how old old one is. Call it denial or whatever, I honestly don’t feel old for my age. I don’t know if it’s the lack of responsibility or the lack of major life changing experiences or the lack of freedom, I just don’t feel old or at least I don’t feel like I’m getting old at all.

The way I see age, it’s not some running number that one has to keep track of. It’s more of a state of mind. We shouldn’t see age as a hindrance to our goals. It’s not about being too old or too young. There is never the right time to do and start things. It’s all about doing it now, living in the present, in the moment. Rather than counting, we should celebrate our being twenty or thirty something, whatever age we’re currently in. More than anything else, age is a gift. Some of the most priceless values come with age. One can never find true wisdom, inner peace and strength, and freedom without going through age. In this day and age, to be able to reach 50 is actually a privilege. To reach 90 is a blessing, a miracle even. So when your birthday comes along, be grateful and thankful you’re turning a year older. It means you’re given another shot at life. Another year. Lucky you.