ageless

Infancy, childhood, teenage, youth, adulthood, maturity… I should stop.

Age is a state of mind. Yes, the skin may be sagging, wrinkles might show, and various aches might trouble you.

Yet, as long as the spirit is untainted, you can celebrate life and everything it puts in your way.

I spent the winter holidays with childhood friends. We had the same jokes and we laughed as wholeheartedly as ever.

I and one of the boys went through one divorce, while the other guy enjoyed two divorces. And other various disappointments. Life wasn’t easy for any of us.

Yet, just seeing each other transported us back in time, in a carefree era, when we had no other worry than money for cigarettes.

Old loves, pranks, friends, stories where bouncing around over red wine and good memories.

Yesterday, through the deep snow and harsh blizzard, I was coming home tired from work. I cut my way through the park of my childhood, filled with a new generation having fun in the snow.

I didn’t feel old, I just summoned all of my childhood friends to share the feeling of nostalgia. They answered the call with enthusiasm. Only virtually, as they are spread all over the world, but they answered.

We spent an evening back in time, maybe a quarter of century. I bet they had the same smile while writing.

In the meantime, I’m in love. He is probably the love of my life. I couldn’t have him when I was 19.

Maybe we had to learn some lessons first. Both of us. To go through love and loss several times. To age gracefully and better value what we have.

And now… I’m 19 again, walking on the street with my babe hand in hand, sharing a cake in a coffee shop and stealing a kiss or a caress.

Probably young people look at us in horror. We don’t look like teenagers but we behave like ones for sure.

Thank God I find people with whom I can be young. Or they find me?

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