The Unstoppable Hands of Time
I just recently turned thirty. To many, the thought of this would be a point of despair. Not turning thirty necessarily, but adding another line to the tally, whatever the running total is. But me, I’m grateful. Grateful to have had another year on this planet, exploring this world, going places I’ve never been before, pushing the limits of my mind to new horizons. I’m grateful to be another year wiser, to have found answers and to have found new questions. It is not my reaction to me turning thirty, but other people’s reaction to my crossing the 3-0 threshold (‘how do you feel about that?’, ‘Thirty, eh?’ *sucks air through teeth*) that has got me thinking, however, about what it means to grow old in our society.