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!