I have aged another year. Although it doesn't matter much, aging. Because I stopped counting since I was about 17. Even now when filling out forms, I pause to think, to calculate, before filling in "Age".
It seems strange, when you think about it: they say youth is wasted on the young. Conversely, I suppose that old age is wasted on the elderly. We spend most of the beginning of our lives being too young for things, most of our twilight years being too old for them. In between is that narrow path in which we be what we want to be--and even then we hurry about doing this and that and ignore the possibilities nested in the tiny gap between here and now.
