The inescapability of birthdays in tandem with getting older once we’re alive

By Stanley Collymore

Age is just a number that we inescapably acquire

during our life time but have no control over

its sustainability or longevity. However,

we are all of us perfectly at liberty,

all the same, to individually make the most of it

as we personally accumulate what numbers

of years we’ve been conclusively given,

and while free to delight in the superb

or inspirational things which we’ve

either done, are presently doing,

and with grit and persistence

are still entirely proficient

at discernibly achieving.

So it befits us all who’re in our right mind and

can both see and properly utilize either the

full benefits, or most of them, that age

can and does benevolently, reliably impartially,

and thoroughly individually endows us with

to make the most of such prospects. And,

therefore, consider each birthday that

we’re kindly and luckily given as

a celebratory mark of approval

of our many and worthwhile

inputs to life generally, as

well as our individually

estimable and worthy

existence as a truly

appreciated, and

an exceptional

human being.

And not in the least permit ourselves to be

enamoured by perversely egomaniacal,

utterly materialistically obsessed,

avariciously money-grabbing

or the inured selfishness that such inclined persons

in this world would have the rest of us believe

we should be and thus become. And so in

their twisted presumptions, mindlessly

and calculatedly consider age to be

a damnable intrusion, a wholly

impoverishing mission and,

decisively, a debilitating

hindrance to the actual,

solidly advantageous

continuation of our

earthly existence.

© Stanley V. Collymore

10 December 2019.

Author’s Remarks:

Most people when asked, and if inclined to tell the truth in relation to this specific question directed at them, will casually say they would like to live and enjoy having a long life. However, the overwhelming majority of them, at the same time, inwardly despair at getting old, which when one assesses it is a crucial and indispensable element of longevity.

And to want one but at the same time to be so petrified of what’s essentially a fundamental element of the first is either the epitome of cynicism or outright stupidity. And the absolute idiotic and total non-realization on such persons’ part of what longevity is actually all about, if you want to know my genuine feelings on this matter.

Food for thought, don’t you think!