Triggered by a cousin just entering her 40’s, this is a quick reflection of my so-called club membership thus far.
“vitals” become truly vital
“vitamins” become daily diet
“optics” start to really matter
“annuals” begin to get regular
“grey hair” pops out of nowhere
“body fat” shows up everywhere
“beauty” consoles, “i’m only skin-deep“
“philosophy” reckons, “i make more sense“
“kids’ knowledge” appears to surpass ours
“generation gap” seems it only widens
“career” throws uncertainties aplenty
“next 20yrs” seem longer than the last twenty
“security“‘ takes precedence over ‘challenge‘
“retirement fund” takes priority over ‘vacation spend‘
finally, as I begin to notice
my fitness competes with my parents’…
and I start to wonder,
“age” is NOT just a number!
Naa Antharangam! 