Aging

Last Saturday while having dinner with an old friend, I asked him if he worries about getting old. He, very nonchalantly, replied, "nope".

Reason I asked him was because I have a lot of friends who are either hitting the 25 mark or just graced it. Among them, two are getting married and worried about not having friends anymore; one is insanely worried about the aging of everything; one is hanging on to dear life every last minute of being 25; and one is thinking that it's the end of a what you call "fun" life.

So, back to this friend. His reason was that when you start admitting you're old, it all goes downhill from there. I've heard this statement before, but that was really back to when I was 18 or so. It just hit me more last Saturday and it's been on my mind since. It kind of rings true because once you worry about aging, you worry about all the responsibilities and social stigmas of aging: finding a boyfriend or girlfriend, settling down for anything in life that's just alright instead of what you really want, curbing your habits and curtailing them to what society deems you should be doing at a certain point of life, etc. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but it just seems more "rushed".

I've never thought much about aging. I've only thought about what I wanted to do before I hit 30. That's about as far as my imagination has taken me. I think when your life gets so absorbed with life, you don't think of age much, you take it as the day comes, as the challenges hit you. There are so many things to do that age is such an insignificant trivial knowledge.

It's all the other things that come with aging that's so much greater and in hindsight, so much better. You get all these sets of experiences in life, all these sets of your own comfortable do-s and don't-s, and you use them to embrace the next day with more confidence and more firmness of what drives you.