The Point in Your Life When You Got Old

When was the last time you heard somebody say that they feel much younger than they are? When was the last time you thought that you don’t feel like being “that old”?

I personally think that age is overrated. You are exactly as old as you are, period. There is no way to change the number of years that past since you were born and because of that there is no need to keep track. You only will be of the age that you currently are once in your life. Whatever it feels like, that must be it.

In fact, the pure statement of feeling younger implies that there is a difference between the actual and the age we feel. To notice a difference one would have to know what the actual age is like and compare it to the “felt age”. That is rather difficult, since we always tend to “feel” age. Taking other people’s opinion of what age is supposed to be like doesn’t count much either, because they also only “feel age”. It’s all relative in a sense.

What is interesting here is the pure fact that people of a certain age start thinking about this stuff. What is even more interesting is the question if people who now feel younger than they are ever felt the other way around; being older than they are. It might seem like a difficult question, but it can be answered easily. Just take a look at kids growing up. From the early stages of development, they mimic the behavior of their elders. Take a look at teenagers who are demanding to be treated equally as adults. They for sure do not feel younger than they are.

The most interesting question that evolves out of all this is the following: If people early on in life feel older than they are and later on feel younger than they are, is there a point in life when we feel exactly as old as we are? And if so, when was that and how long did it last?

There is no answer that is true for everybody, but the point in life when we stop to feel older than we are and start to feel younger, that, my dear friends, is the point we start to get old.

“I Hate My Job, Too” or “Why I Love Public Transportation”

My dear friends,

I have to commute about 30 miles to work everyday, one way. Whenever I can, I use public transportation in my case BART, Bay Area Rapid Transit, a train line that connects half of the San Francisco Bay Area. Sure, it takes a little longer and sometimes it smells a little weird inside (keep a wet towel on your porch for a couple of days and you get a pretty good idea), but I’m willing to take that.

I enjoy the 10 minutes bike ride from the last station to the office. That’s my daily dose of fresh air and keeps me connected to my surroundings. Riding the train also provides a great opportunity to catch up with some reading. I still prefer reading from good old paper over sitting in my car struggling with the Bay Area traffic and listening to audio books on my iPod. In fact, I don’t even have an iPod.

But the main reason why I like riding the train is because of the other 320,000 people that use BART every week. As I watch people getting on and off the train it always strikes me that I will probably never see that person, that particular face, again in my life. Granted, the San Francisco Bay Area is one of the most densely populated areas in the United States, but that does not lessen my fascination. Every single face in this crowd belongs to a person with a different story.