A Slightly Myopic View Of Generations.

True age is hard to pin down.

This morning as I was passing a couple who run & walk together I applauded them in my mind for their tenacity. Why would I? Well, they are a generation older or at least that is how I see them.

How often do I tell Bob about this person or that one with the premise that they are our age, the next generation or god forbid a younger generation? Age becomes quite relative doesn't it? At what stage in life does everyone look our age, younger or older? Many questions indeed.

Most of us live the age we imagine ourselves to be. We dress, talk and behave in unison with our inner ' age 'compass ...myopic or not. Even though we are surrounded by mirrors real and pretend, we only get a true sense of our physical age by looking at an updated ( much more clearer ) Skype screen, seeing an unexpected photo of ourselves or being told by those who haven't yet perfected appropriate politeness...kids.

Logically we all know that our 20's, 30's or 40's have shaped us into who we are today- inside and out - yet we tend to gravitate towards hanging out with a younger generation, that is until we realize that being them isn't what we thought it would be nor a pathway to the eternal fountain of youth.

Don't we all have that moment when we are snapped back to our real age and quite happily so, when conversation is lopsided due to a youthful lack of knowledge, knowledge of those things that shaped us, were important to us and in a way defined us and our generation. A time of Disco's, Bee Gees, teased hairstyles, shoulder pads and thankfully not even an inkling of the impending dawn of Smartphones and co.

As much as at times we yearn for yesteryear, we are fortunate to have become the persons we are and that ( hopefully ) we are comfortable in our slightly stretched skin...

Biggi