It was my 18th Birthday last Wednesday.My cell phone kept ringing all day with calls from Aunts,Uncles cousins,friends,grandparents,grand aunts,grand-uncles...the entire clan actually(I'm Indian)
They all had the same question for me-"so,how do you feel now that you're 18?"
"It's the same as being 17"
"And 16"
"And 15"
I really mean it.I'm not old enough to let a number bother me.Maybe it will...Someday.But not today.
For all the cliche sayings about aging gracefully, we as a society seem to really stink at it. Everywhere you turn there are formulas and serums and stretches to fake your way out of it. Which really just makes it more traumatic for everyone. Hel-lo. Getting older is inevitable. Unless you prefer the alternative, but death doesn't seem too popular either.
I wish we could figure out a way to make each aging milestone cool. Acceptable. Valuable.
I don't know the answers, but I think we might be missing out on something important.
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