I am overdue to shop for a new smart phone. I bought the I-4 about six years ago, but it still works fine, and the photos I take with it parallel my SLR.
But people wonder that I haven’t traded it in for something newer. Can you imagine, in the 1920’s, a five-year-old telephone being considered old?
When thinking about the consequence of the passing of years, many things can come to mind. Books, for instance. A classic is a book that stands the test of time, we were taught. It’s true – you can read a Newbery Award winner from 50 years ago and marvel at its fresh, unique style.
Movies, television — film noir and old sitcoms — can be just as enjoyable as the first dates they aired. I never tire watching the tap dancing in Yankee Doodle Dandy, or laughing at Fish in Barney Miller.
And why is it that horses, dogs and cats have their years telescoped into a fraction of ours? It doesn’t seem fair: they live the same amount of hours we do, but run out of time much sooner.
Of course, I’m winding around to the subject of human age. “Sixty (or some other number) is the new forty,” we hear. The average age considered old for women is seventy-three, and for men seventy, a psychology magazine reports.
People like Dr. Oz talk about chronological age vs. real age. Some try to guess your age according to how you look.
I don’t base a lot of things on how I feel, for feelings are often fickle. But I do think that you are about as old as you feel. This can differ depending on the day.
It’s always been hard for younger people to understand this. They see what they see, and judge accordingly. I remember thinking how ancient I thought great-aunts and uncles seemed, when they were the age I am now.
Aging is a being-there experience, as we used to call our school field trips. You have to go through it yourself. You have to enjoy and weather the different decades of your life. I don’t know if it should be compared to earning something, but I guess more people work harder at getting through it.
I close these random thoughts with the best thing I read today:
You don’t stop laughing when you grow old, you grow old when you stop laughing.”
–George Bernard Shaw