Aging Gracefully

Had a chat session with my flatmate last night. I'm glad she's around, perhaps as glad as she is that I am around. God's provision. I never knew she was coming when I decided to head down under and we weren't even friends. In fact she didn't ahve any idea who I was until she came here. Okay maybe at the rearest of her subconscious she did but we officially met when she first landed on Sydney soil.

We talked about the fleeting time, how in Sydney each year is so different from the next. In the Ivannah world, each year is like a different movie from the others that preceeded or succeeded it. Not radically different but just different in a lot of little ways that make up a rather significant difference. I change with the times but overall I'm still the same person inside with perhaps evolving views and principles but pretty much rooted on the same base beliefs.

And with time comes age and how it just becomes numbers becoming less significant than they used to be that sometimes I even have to pause a while and think 'how old am I again?' But then I don't really go oh I'm old and 24 and really fret about it because I've realized how much I value what I've been through in life and everything else that came with the aging process.

I read this article from the weekend paper (I still don't read the papers unless they're society and lifestyle-related!) about age and beauty where at that certain age you just grow and appreciate the attractiveness of an old person.

I leaned back and thought about how I used to prefer going on homestay with grannies than anything because I see them as people with real concerns, with a life before them that is so different from mine. They've walked through a lot of paths I've never even seen and I appreciate stories and adventures like reading Charles Dickens and admire the greatness of the wisdom that comes alongside life's journeys.