Growing old was something that happens to the other guy, something down the road, something that happened to your parents and was always with your grandparents. We went to school to prepare for the future but never really noting that thing called old age; that thing that eventually creeps up like a vine and suddenly covers the whole wall.
But for those who are in the clutches of this strange phenomenon, I say, “old age,” what’s that? For numbers are merely expressions that value, amount, and order. As such, why be afraid if you’re 55, 65, 75, 85 and so on! It doesn’t mean you’ve lost anything; rather, you’ve added.
So for those who look upon age with lamentation, I say, “You’re not getting old, you’re getting better…Seniors Rock!”