What is it about growing older that makes one take account of one's life?
Why is it a sobering thought?
Why is it not fun anymore to look forward to? Gone are the days of birthday wishes and parties and cakes...
Particularly age in the multiples of 5...more particularly the 20s, 30s, 40s....and so on...what makes you take account of your life at these ages?
Is this what's called the mid-life crisis? Where one realizes all their dreams were nothing but mirages? Where one just views each passing day as a step closer to one's grave?
Is it true that life begins at 40? or is it just something a depressed 39-year old came up with?
Does your body align with numbers? or numbers and ages just societal constructs? are you really too old to become a parent at 40?
Who decides these things?
