Trying to find some stimulation from those who’ve "been there - done that", I bumped into something Victor Hugo (yes, the French poet) wrote once upon a time:
I have a bit of a problem with this quote. First, he mentions the phrase "old age" not once but TWICE in a sentence of only 13 words. OK, to be fair, he also mentions the word "youth" twice, but that’s not the point: by the time you read that forty has something to do with "old age" everything else becomes a blur!“Forty is the old age of youth; fifty the youth of old age”
Then, he does not give me anything to look forward to. Being the oldest of the young is pretty much the same as telling me I am the thinnest of the fat or the smartest of the dumb and that I will eventually become the fattest of the thin and the dumbest of the smart!
Even worse, it makes me start thinking that turning 50 is only a decade away! And 10 years is nothing – I know it, believe me, I am still recovering from the hangover of the big bash I threw when I turned 30.
Fifty is the “youth of old age”. That’s it. You reach 50 and you are doomed. Even a poet with all the inspiration that Victor Hugo obviously had, could not come with a better way to put it.
So the only positive thought I have from all this is that: I should love being 40 because I am NOT 50 yet!
And 40 is not 30 either ... more on that coming soon.

1 comment:
I love being 40 because I love myself. I love every day of my life, with goods or bads, with smiles or tears. It doesn't matter what age you have: there are people who are tired to live at 20.
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