What if I didn't know how old I was? What if the concept of age didn't exist, and I didn't know there had been one?(a concept). How would my life, or yours, be different if age numbers were not part of being alive? As a child, I didn't think about age. Even when big adult people asked me how old I was, I would wait for one of my parents to answer. I didn't know. Actually, I didn't care.
What do you know about me if you can assign a number to my body and spirit. I'm not complaining, although I could if I wanted to. This is more a wondrous question of the unknown. If no age stuff existed, we, or I, wouldn't believe I needed to look younger, 'cause there would be no younger or older. I'd just be me in that moment. I wouldn't buy stuff to make me look ....uhhhh, younger? My hair would be whatever color it was, no matter if the color changed. Color change wouldn't mean anything. Just interesting. My face would do what it does as time passed, if I believed in time. No money spent on deleting or hiding lines, wrinkles, and other things that form in or on my skin. I'd just keep on breathing, playing, being, and finding interesting people to know.
I'd save money, time, and worry if I had no fear of age, or lack of it. I'd be the little innocent child again every day, more concerned about caring for, and about others, "seeing them," instead of focusing on a reflected image in the mirror. No need for creams, skin exercises, anti-aging formulas -- or jokes about aging, memory, walking, sleeping .... or even beliefs that I am deteriorating because of a number made up by someone somewhere.
Which brings up the next question: What would I do if I couldn't worry? I might still worry, but just for the heck of it, what would I do if I simply could not worry? Just could not.
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