I had a birthday last week, and while I mourned the passing of another year with nothing much to write home about, I realized how one's perception of what qualifies as old, changes as one ages. I remember how, when I graduated from University at 22, the 18-year old freshmen used to call us "babas." It wasn't that four years on campus had aged us, it was simply a matter of perspective: they were 18, and someone 25% older than them was old, which in relative terms is how a 40-year old would see a 50-year old. A classmate married a guy who was 28, and we teased her on getting married to an "uncle." In those days, the "big 3-0," as we called it, was a dreaded, unwanted milestone. It came, and it went, and life carried on.
Goalposts shift, and its just as well that they do. Personally, I feel better today than I ever did in my 20's, because I'm healthier and fitter today than I ever was then. Still, someday it will hit me out of the blue. Father Time prevails in the end.