Well, its going to happen. I’ll turn 63 this year (2014) unless I get shot by a jealous husband or run over by a train or something. To tell you the truth, I don’t really think I’m that old. I locked in at 28. That’s how old I am in my mind (plus a few add on years).
A friend of mine tells me the other day that we aren’t as young as we used to be. I thought to myself, no shit! Nobody is as young as they used to be. We’re getting older. What is this a scientific breakthrough or something? Everybody who is lucky enough to be alive in getting older.
Its true I can’t hop a fence like I used to. That first step quick move isn’t as quick as it used to be. But my hair isn’t turning grey. It’s been white for about 15 years (but I still got some on top baby).
The truth of the matter is our athletic prime doesn’t last that long. Maybe 10 years and it happens relatively early in life.
I’ve never agreed with societies views on age. When I was in my teens and twenties, society told me I was too young to know anything. In middle life, all I needed was a few more years experience to really get good, after all, I wasn’t an old salt yet. Now that I’ve gotten a little saltier, it seems society is starting to discount me like I’m high mileage or something. Society has always been wrong.
It’s not your age that matters. Never has been. It’s your belief in yourself. Don’t think you can do it? Hey, just take a look around. There are some very interesting people in the world of all ages, most probably not as smart as you. The only difference between them and you is they are pursuing their own dreams. Rejecting the default settings being fed to them by others.
And you want to know something else? I’m not drinking the tea either. Hell, I feel good and still have some things I want to accomplish. So let’s start a movement or something. It’ll be fun.
If you don’t do it now, when do you think you’ll be the right age to do it?