When I was a little kid, I thought I would have been dead by age of 32. This morning I woke up  as a fresh 40 years old man. With my kid logic I have been playing extensions last eight years.
To tell the truth I'm not panicking unlike my so many friends. HONESTLY! I don't even feel 40. For most of the people I know, I don't even look 40.
What is age anyway?!!!! A number on my birth certificate?  A new box to cross out at polls like 40-45? or An obsession in my mind? What ever it is, just SCREW IT!
I have no choice! Birthdays happen! I learned to enjoy with my birthdays. Sure!! As I get older, my hair gets thinner and my waistline gets thicker, even though I want to have opposite---Thicker hair and thinner waistline!!! But I have bigger wisdom. That proofs I can't have it all
When I celebrated my 30th birthday, I felt the same way. I didn't even care. On the contrary all my soon to be 30 years old friends were freaking out. Now it seems very funny to freak out for that young age. That explains to me age is relative. I'm a baby for someone is 74 years old. Also I'm a nine minutes away from my own funeral for someone is 17 years old.
Of course I loved my younger self. Definitely I will enjoy and love my middle age self. I learned long time ago not to fight with the age, because I can never win.
Yes! It is too late to die young! Now! It is time to say for me! Life is too short not to have FUN!
Well! I should stop pondering, writing right now and go out have JUST good time.