Age

I guess there are different stages in life when we come to a realisation of the word - age. Most of the times we tend to forget it. Or we don't realise it. Just now comes to a realisation about this word.

I guess one is when we realise we're children no more. In a way we realise we're not interested in cartoons, toys and playing outside in the playground or something like that. When we got caught up with life and work. With studies, with something we used to find boring but then at the end of the day it interests us. The fact that we tell ourselves when we're no longer a child. Or when we find someone else "acting like a child". But of course, truly, the child in us never leaves. In a way it just stays on the inside partly but then it disappears on the outside. That's when we realised we've grown up.

Perhaps next when you realised you're in your graduation gown. And you're preparing to take that certificate on the stage and maybe hopefully giving out that speech that you wish can inspire everyone. You take photo with your friends and lecturers. And then you realised how far you've come to get this. 

Then the next would be when you realise you're an uncle or aunty. When in one way or another a member of your relative has given birth to a child who would call you an aunty or uncle. Or when you realise that one of your relative is getting married. Your friend is getting married. Then having a child. And you realised you're no longer that small you who calls people uncles and aunty. Now you're being called one.

Then comes the first day of your work. The day where you're dressed nicely, your heart beating fast and you look forward to starting the next phase of your life. To start living as an adult, earning some hard cash and perhaps enjoying it. You know the journey will be a tough one but yet you want to do it and you're determined and hopeful to get a good outcome. And your parents wish the best for you.

Parents? Well yes. Next you realised that your parents are growing old. You realise the white hairs growing on their head. They way they speak. Their facial features change and they're no longer the same old parents who will come and talk to you like a small boy. They start to be a bit grumpy. Perhaps repeating some things they've once said again and again. First you don't understand. Then you've realised you've come to this stage. You know you're growing old too.

Being the youngest of 4 and 20 this year. I'm now starting to experience the above paragraph. I haven't finished my education, let alone, working. I'm coming to this stage.

Age, is such a funny thing