I have never been one to focus on age. I believe it a waste of the limited time we all have. Of course, as a young boy, I engaged in the universal desire to be older. When asked, I was 6 ½ years old or almost 13. It seemed that achieving a greater age brought some instant benefits. For some reason, I thought 19 would be a perfect age.
I was wrong.
There is no perfect age. There is your age, and you best learn how to enjoy it.
What stimulated these thoughts about age was on-line forms and surveys. Whether it be purchases, surveys, or updating important information, at some point we face the age selection box.
Since I am now fast approaching 60, it seems I have to scroll almost to the end when picking by age and to the beginning when picking the year of my birth.
Soon, all too soon, I will be at either end of the selection process.
You would think, with all the creativity and knowledge in this country, someone would find a way to gather the necessary information without reminding me of the inexorable march of time.
2 thoughts on “The March of Time”
The years sure seem to be getting shorter and here I thought it was just my imagination!
As a wise man once said, as you age monthly magazines come every three days! Thanks for reading