Shooting StarsThis is a question every child faces when some friend of your parent's sees you after a long absence. "My, how you've grown!" is another common exclamation uttered by adults when they see a child after an absence of almost any length, because the main job of a child is to grow.
It's natural enough. By a certain age, kids start to seem to be growing right before your eyes. Day after day, they seem bigger, taller, closer to their future adult selves than their pasts as children.
They've entered the tender, vulnerable, exciting, depressing, frightening, invigorating acceleration of time that is life as a teen or a twenty-something. After that, life will slow down, settle into the inevitable patterns that constrain us all, and become far more complex than we ever could have imagined it to be when we were still young.
Twenty-year-olds laugh ten times as frequently as fifty-year-olds. That is not a scientific conclusion but an anecdotal study I've been conducting the past eleven years or so.
After SchoolAge, aging, the aged. Everywhere one turns, we are confronted with dire predictions of the negative impacts on society as the Baby Boomers begin to retire. Without directly engaging in this debate, I will say just this: My generation has always been one to surprise everybody, and we're about to do so again!
LizardOther societies are not so anal-retentive when it comes to determining a person's biological age. Traditions vary. In Japan, for example, the old way, probably from Buddhism, is to count a person as age "one" at birth.
I have a friend from China who's parents could not agree as to whether she was born on July 3 or July 4. I have a friend from Cuba whose parents could not remember whether he was born in 1946 or 1947. In Afghanistan, people could "buy" whatever age they wanted to be from corrupt officials.
Dinosaur Many Internet services offer tests to determine your "real" age, as opposed to what your driver's license or passport claims to be the case.
Rainbow EtchedIn my way of thinking, everything fits with every other thing. Thus, a rainbow is related to a shooting star, and all of us, as living beings, are shooting stars, doomed to the fate of all shooting stars.
Street BallAt our peak, we can move with the grace of an antelope, but when we grow older, our bodies stiffen and sloop, and there is no longer anything so obviously graceful about us. But, please look closer.
Street Ball 2We may not move like gazelles, but we carry ourselves with a sense of modesty. Dust to dust. As we approach our return to dust, we appreciate youthfulness in all of its glory, yet mourn its wastefulness.
By the time any of us are old enough to understand what the gift of life truly represents, our voices have been drowned out by the louder voices, until we think, who is listening any longer?