Today I am 50. I can remember when I thought someone 50 was old, boy was I wrong.
It is amazing how recently I was in high school and college. I look at my friends and they don't really look that old either. My sister Nancy tells me that 50 is the new 40, which sounds like some more of the baby boomer narcissism, but I don't feel any different than I did in my 30's.
I am reminded of a Bob Seger line, one of my favorites; "I wish I didn't know now what I didn't know then." Perhaps youthful innocence, or ignorance, is not all bad. In a discussion with Carol Taylor the other day she mentioned that someone said, I believe Ghandi's son, that the older he got the less he knows for certain about more things. So that now he really only knows three things for certain, and thinks enlightenment will come when he only knows one thing for certain. I'm not sure what that one thing is, perhaps that death comes once to each of us.
If you know me you know I am a man of few words (only when writing) but I don't have any deep thoughts on the subject of age. We are born, we age, we die. It seems like a simple, elegant progression to me.