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The age paradox
An internal perception and external response
Age is just a number — or so say many people.
But somehow, I just don’t quite agree with it. As I walk through the corridors of time, I can’t help but notice the stark contrast between how I perceive my age and how the world responds to it. There’s a dissonance — a subtle but undeniable difference — between my inner sense of self and the external reactions from society.
My perception of age
Age, to me, feels more like a tapestry woven from experiences, dreams, and aspirations rather than a mere number on a timeline. It’s a fluid concept that dances to the rhythm of my life’s journey. Sometimes, I feel the weight of years gone by, enriched by the lessons learned along the way. Yet, more often than not, I find myself buoyed by a youthful exuberance — a sense of curiosity and a hunger for new adventures.
My perception of age is shaped by the richness of experiences, the depth of emotions, and the wisdom gained through the highs and lows. It’s a mosaic crafted by personal growth, evolving perspectives, and a relentless pursuit of self-discovery. My age isn’t merely a chronological marker; it’s a reflection of the stories I carry within me.
