DAY.SIXTEEN> What's my age again?

My eyes burn through this screen that pushes back with its dim glow. My fingers trip over keys as I try to form words and thoughts without getting distracted or falling asleep. It has been a day of walking with thousands of people not knowing who any of them are. A day of noticing what irks some people and what makes others laugh. It's been a day of truly knowing what Yankee pride was as I attended, with my brother the Yankee Parade in NYC this morning. Hundreds of thousands gathered to celebrate the fact that a sports team won a competition. Don't get me wrong, I am not underplaying it. But being there, seeing literally hundreds of thousands of people was simply overwhelming. Sick days must have shot up today schools wondering why. Work places planned a Monday-Thursday work week in hopes of the inevitable actually coming to life.

I saw with my little brother on that subway train starting at 179th st station, moving towards the city getting more jam packed as each stop rolled on. We talked and laughed and took comedic relief in the actions and words of others as well. Strolling in were children from age 1 and older. "Die-hard" fans ranged from 10-70 years of age. A truly incredible script must have been written for these many to show. A new generation was in the making and as we sat on our multi-colored seats and talked about life. The conversation led me to say that a lot of times especially in high school and college I felt a little older than I was and now that I am out I feel sort of younger, I asked my bro what he thought and he replied "I don't really feel an age..."

How simple! What if age really is just a number? What if it is really not good for anything? What if we, for years and years been letting age be what defines us? When's the last time you said "I'm too old for this?" Recently, I bet. What if that wasn't true? Who tells you that you are too old? I think life would be a lot more enjoyable if we didn't think about what we were and weren't allowed to enjoy at this spot in our lives. I'm not sure when that became okay to feel old or feel young but I'm guessing more people want to feel younger than older and hey I say one of the only ways to do this is to embrace the fact that age is just a number and continue to do the things YOU want to and not let it be determined by some social class division that gives you a number, almost as to tell you where you need to be when you are 18. 20. 25. 40... and so on.

Put down the calendar, forget about your birthday and start celebrating everyday of your life, and you start not caring so much about age and more about the fact that you are loving the heck out of life right NOW. How dare we put limits on life.