I have always had a view that age is merely a statistic that, seemingly, we all need to have, but only really need if we intend to collect social security.
The question I like to ask is “How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you were?”
I posed this question recently to, Tony, who has a blog titled “10,000 Miles of Experiences, Adventures and Thoughts” and he wrote the following on the topic.
My view is live life how you see fit at any time, pursue your dreams without the fear of age or what someone else thinks, holding you back.
We’ll all die one day, but how many of us will truly live?
In my post about crevasses (I Have to Cross What?) I mentioned that I am pushing 50 and getting too old for mountaineering stuff anymore.
Well I have a new follower, Baz the Landy, who asked me “How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you were???”
That stopped me dead in my tracks. I’ve heard “You are only as old as you feel.” “Act your age!” “I’m a kid at heart” etc, but this question got me to do some serious thinking.
What if I woke up without a memory of my date of birth AND no access to mirrors (cuz I look older than dirt in my opinion (sorry babe, my wife HATES when I say that, but I digress…)) How old would I think I am??
On any given day, I still feel like a college kid. Somewhere in my early 20s. I…
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