My Not So Optimistic View Of Aging
Life is a complicated issue; as human beings it is our most enduring and complicated task to fulfill.
It is the reason we are here on earth. So, turning forty is no small task, no simple task, no 25 cent moment, not even a trillion dollar moment. At forty years of age we have gone through half of our life and it is downhill from their on. Forty is for most people the peak of their life, but there are but a few that believe it is only another year, or even just one more day.
I, myself haven’t turned 40. I’m only 30 but I’m already feeling the weight of the world, and it is quite crushing. In another ten years I anticipate I will need to take better care of my body. And probably need contact lenses or reading glasses. At 30 I still feel I have much to accomplish. So, being 40 on the positive side would mean that I have at least gained some wisdom. Maybe have started a family and perhaps are a bit calmer. But the way things are going becoming forty will be nothing more than another disappointment. The thirties could be a building up of sadness and unfulfilled moments to reach the final frontier: becoming 40. And from then on, there would be no further hope. I really don’t feel much like being forty. At thirty, I’m quite stressed.