Aged Cheese

Something that seems like a sensitive topic for a lot of people is the topic of aging. People don’t like to be called “old” or be told that they look older. People seem to want to conceal their ages the older they get.

I understand this, to an extent. We as a society value youth and young people and see being young as an advantage over being older. Youth is desirable, both at a societal level and (most likely) at a biological level. Youthfulness suggests health and fertility, and that’s what we need in order to keep the species going.

But on a personal level, I don’t see aging in a negative light. I’m not “old” (at least, I don’t think I am!), but I’m definitely not what I’d consider to be a “young adult” anymore. I think I’m finally in the “adult” camp. But that doesn’t bother me. In fact, I kind of like the idea of getting older. Amassing memories, experiences, stories, successes, failures…it’s kind of cool. It’s kind of cool to know that you’ve been on the planet longer than someone else and have seen things that a younger person could not have possibly seen just due to their age (the one I’ve been thinking about recently, as bad as it sounds, is 9/11; I’m just starting to teach people who weren’t even alive for that).

It’s just kinda cool.


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