So this week is another birthday for me. My birthdays no
longer have a number. They are like many stars in the sky, a head full of hair,
building blocks of the house, leaves in a bush ..
Yes, I am growing old. When product advertiser talk about the rejuvenating
creams and hair colors …they make old age sound so ominous like slipping grains
of sands of hourglass, an irreversible damage.
They don’t talk about the most amazing effect of age, wisdom.
Like, after you are done running around, stressing out about your lost keys, screaming 'god why did you do this to me?", blaming others for the messy house and shuffling through the worst possible consequences, you really start searching for the keys or a feasible alternate.
Time destroys pride, fear, anger , hate
Time highlights the subtle differences between wants and needs, self respect and being obstinate, adjusting and giving up, confidence and being a student, sounds and noise,cover and content, heart warming and soul stirring, help and support, you and divine
Ok so yes, i am not old enough.
But its good to know what you want, what you have and what you treasure. Its good to know how little you know and how much there is to learn. Its good to know that time will never stop and just living through it is a privilege, a blessing and a celebration.
2 comments:
Happy Birthday Priti. The cake is well deserved.
Thank you Priyaranjan :)
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