Just pondering

I came across one of those thoughts that you find on calendars today. Normally, I tend to treat these with the same disdain that I treat cold callers and drivers who do not indicate on roundabouts (possible subject for a later rant, there). This particular one struck a bit of a chord with me. It read, "40 is the old age of youth and 50 is the youth of old age". Now, I rather liked that, being at the beginning of the youth of old age myself. Then, I got to thinking (all this in the firm's time), age is sort of irrelevant. It is really just numbers. Yes, I know that my knees pop and bang a bit as I come downstairs and everything is a little lower than it used to be, but I am still me. I haven't become someone else (or something) as the numbers got bigger. So, there you have it, I am still a youth. Albeit with a little more experience.