Do you have the feeling you are getting older, too?
I do. Especially when I realized earlier this week, I have less than 100 days until I get 40.
I started to notice every wrinkle. I am one of the luckiest people who have just a few, but I could see them all now. I counted every grey hair wire and started to compare myself (eventually) to other people my age. The initial comparison I started against public figures of actresses, models and they all look amazing. I was feeling really old. But I realized they are 15 or even 20 years younger than I am, and looking at my pictures back then, sorry ladies, no offense, but I had a hell of a face!
I look at faces my age, and I conclude that we all do get older.
Yet, I feel young. I feel crazy. I feel like breaking out social patterns. My inner child still wants to go out and play, and my brain is now more than ever avid for knowledge. My heart loves fiercely as a tsunami. But I am not a child anymore. I know, I grew up!
I had noted these days some lessons about life and age:
1. The inner child (and everyone has an inner child) always wants to play, and it is something we should honor. Allowing the inner child to play helps us find joy in our lives. It is a healing activity and helps unlock blockages from our day to day living. It is said that it preserves youth as well.
2. Life is just another play, and we are its leading actors. Look what kids do in their play. They take every character seriously. They become those characters. And those characters are full of powers. So am I – a new character in every episode of my life: one day the villain, one day the hero, and another day the victim, but I am also the director of my life. And I can choose my plays. So, I have all the means to make it in whatever circumstances.
3. At 40, I am not a child anymore. I grew up! Oh, my God! I finally face this life as an adult, yet I love to see it through the eyes of a child. This way, nothing is as bad as I imagine it is, everything has a solution, and the happy ending is just about to be revealed. I need to open my eyes and see it! And keep the faith.
4. Every age has its beauty. I was asked by my hairstylist a while back which decade of my life I liked best. And for me, the answer was the 30th as it is my present. And yes, I had so much fun, but the beauty came that I knew I had fun, and I was aware of it all the time. In my 20th, I did have fun too. I just lived life every day at a time. I was not having this sense of being. While in my 30th, I discovered an intense feeling of being myself, knowing my powers and strengths, relying on me before anyone else, and winning all that matters to me. That was the magic.
5. And yes, life is magic! The secret charm is hope and faith. Beyond just visualizing is believing whatever I want to achieve—and not overthinking it. It is about knowing that it will turn out my way and let it become. My magic recipe: I picture my wish – say abracadabra – and let the universe take care and finish the puzzle.
With the magic and wonder, I will leave you today—the magic of life, the wonder of being, of striving together through these epic times.
I am curious how did you perceive your aging when moving from one decade to another?