Many people claim age is relative. Relative to what? Probably to frame of mind, attitude, all those things we read in predictable FB posts from friends over 50.
There is no question that aging has extraordinary benefits, and probably the most beneficial is how we stop caring about the small stuff. Been there, done that is the perfect much overused answer to telling ourselves that we don’t need to repeat history. Our own earned life choices made us slightly more capable of thinking twice before naughty or nice.
Age is a measure of time, which is a measure of space in time, which helps us track the framework of the illusions we construct to make sense of the everyday.
I love my age and I even sometimes use the word old. My age is relative to measuring events between birth and death. Not a bad deal to live into old age. Better than the alternative, (I hope) .